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Zhao Lingling was just like a green apple. She was young and cute, making people like her. However, when she bit into it, it felt a little astringent.

Yue Ling'er was like a delicate cabbage, both stir-fry and dishes were tasty.

Li Xiaolin, on the other hand, was like a ripe but immature apple, with the bashfulness of a country woman.

Wang Xiaofeng, on the other hand, looked like a ripe pear