
Leng Shao is Addicted to Doting on His Wife
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The summer night is not cool at all, the weather is still dull, and the dark sky should be a sign of rain. A middle-aged man in ordinary clothes, even a little slovenly, returned to his shabby hut carrying a bottle of wine and smelling of alcohol. "Drink... Uh, keep drinking!" The man staggered and fell down on the broken sofa, which still had many marks left by kitchen knives. On his exposed skin, there were many scars that had just been branded, which were very scary. Bang! He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, glass shards flew everywhere, and low-quality liquor splashed...
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Official(1)Scraped 1mo ago
come on
I was so embarrassed when I read it, haha, the flowing descriptive sentences reminded me of a similar novel I wrote when I was a student. It's embarrassing in capital letters, but keep working hard, I believe you can write better.
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Official(1)Scraped 1mo ago
come on
I was so embarrassed when I read it, haha, the flowing descriptive sentences reminded me of a similar novel I wrote when I was a student. It's embarrassing in capital letters, but keep working hard, I believe you can write better.









