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... Ryosuke
It was past 9 p.m., and Asai Ayumi stood at the entrance of a movie theater in Shinjuku, wearing a sky-blue spaghetti strap dress, looking around for Aoyama Xiu Xin.
She would occasionally glance at the delicate ladies' watch on her wrist.
Impatience and complaints were unavoidably building up in her heart.
So many people yearned for the chance to watch a movie with her, yet Aoyama Xiu Xin, this guy, was actually late.
About ten minutes later, h ...
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