My First Love Got Married, and I Was Forced to Sing in Celebration

Since we can't compare stars, we can only compare points. Come on, nod your head, compare points, and let me tell you that I haven't been afraid of anyone in terms of points. Those whose points are not as high as mine take the initiative to give likes

Green Tea: If you still pass on your first love and get married, you are asking for trouble.

The book review points are from low to high: Just like when we first met → It's been years since then → Sincere gift → Like an old friend returning → Singing and getting drunk → Clothes in recent months → Young and green → Time flies → Don't complain about separation → Self-knowledge of warmth and coldness → Deep love → Do you know the lover → Flowers blooming on the road, I haven't seen the others and I don't know which ones I have missed.

Singing a song makes everyone intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. No one can understand the lyrics except those who understand Cantonese. I just talked nonsense, forced myself to empathize, and smiled.

Whose scallion pancake is as thin as cicada's wings? I'll go find him and discuss it.

Cantonese, Cantonese, sing Cantonese songs every day, you can't even speak Cantonese, how about singing nima's Cantonese songs?

This special meow is not called flexibility, but it is called mutation, right? I lick my tongue up to my nose at most

Who is Yang Mi?

Why do people still lick you when you look like this?

I really can't accept articles about women's clothing. Thinking about the protagonist being liked by a bunch of men while dressing up as a woman, and also having sex, it's a bit jarring.