..•_. My Dear Kokomi ._•.. (Kokotao)
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Flowers are the Language of Love - Kokomi x Hu Tao
Hu Tao had never been one for relationships, especially romantic ones. Nevertheless, she now lays in her silk bedsheets longing to once again embrace the goddess that had spent the night with her; the last that remains of this entrancing woman is the bitter-sweet scent she left behind and the light smell of Petrichor.
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