A Gentle Sway for the Celibate Professor Sister, Blessed with Fertility

Did you know that both love and death metal have a similar primal tension? They all lie in the depths that are difficult for reason to grasp; they both frighten and intoxicate us; they all reveal an irresistible force of existence in a shuddering way. The novel I am reviewing now is exactly this kind of love poem, in which every kiss mark is like the sound of cracking quietly under thin ice; and every love word is just a prophecy written for the final separation. The so-called "sweet poisonous wine" reveals the mysterious nature of love - it gives us ecstasy and new life, but eventually turns into deep loneliness and heart-wrenching pain. Excellent love literature has always been about two-faced gods. While feeding on fantasy, the story creates a suspended world: the fusion of the sexes is like the creation of the universe, words turn into creation myths, and the streets where chance encounters become a sacred path paved by destiny. The author's pen turns gorgeous love words around the characters, teaching us to swallow this sugar-coated cannonball willingly - the readers are led to jump into the dreamy whirlpool to share the sweet intoxication, as if the author of the book has planted bombs in our hearts, detonating tremors with every heartbeat. The other side looks directly at the ruins of love, tearing open the surface of illusion like a scalpel and cutting directly into the bones and blood. The most heart-stirring moments in the book are not the moments when the two cuddle up, but the sharp descriptions of quarrels over misunderstandings that are as sharp as a knife cutting through the skin, or the painful suffering of swallowing secrets like chewing glass shards. When the author unfolds all the jealousy, selfishness, and fear that burn like wildfire, and reveals the lies, betrayal, loneliness, and alienation within them - this is the most breathtaking part of this love song. The charm of the so-called "sweet poisonous wine" lies precisely in its pungency and sting, its deceptive nature and its destined to be exhausted. As the author reveals: What is frightening is not the separation itself, but the "strange abyss" as huge and cold as a chasm that suddenly appears between two hearts that think they are connected. The reason why romance novels continue to have a fatal appeal is not only because they describe an ideal relationship, but also because they reveal our desperate situation - knowing that love is like a castle in the air that will eventually collapse, but we always try our best to rebuild it before it collapses. Even if the ending is as tragic as a storm passing by, each character's gesture of rushing toward self-destruction still carries the tragic beauty of a martyr. Those who know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the tiger mountains are not out of stupidity, but a kind of stubbornness that is close to faith. "Even if the ruins still stand," their very existence is the most tragic declaration of human nature's longing. Those constructions that are carried out despite knowing that it is futile - this stubbornness has become a heroic poem in itself. Even though all efforts just slide from futility to another futility, that kind of resistance to loneliness is the most dignified gesture of human beings. The emotional ups and downs experienced by the characters in this novel are nothing but reflections of the broken emotions of the world's own. Those desperately struggling lovers are not performing a stage play, but they are tearing open the unexpressed pain in every reader's heart and presenting it to us. When we read these stories, aren't we looking for redemption? Borrow the pen of others to gently sew the thread of hope on the wound in your heart? Use other people's words to wash away the stains on your own memory? When we read other people's love stories, what we read are all the desolate remains of our own that have collapsed and been destroyed but are unwilling to be buried. Every time we open a romance novel, it is like raising the glass of "sweet poisonous wine" and drinking it down in one gulp. It gives you a short and dazzling dream, and at the end of the dream reveals the thorny nature of love - just like the fragments of a beautiful glass wine cup that are finally embedded in the fingertips. However, the pain of blood seepage, doesn't it reveal the mark of our "life" as mortals? Therefore, those who are still willing to take another sip even if they know it is poisonous wine are still holding up the next book about love like a wounded gladiator - even the sweet poison cannot stop the thirsty soul from drying up. Even if the effort is in vain, we are still using other people's stories to stop the bleeding of the old scars in our hearts.

Acrostic poem Willow branches on the street, Life is still like a monk. People's plans are unpredictable, I wish Rongjiang Yujie. Don't think about me, Always occupy the Dong position in the mountain. Immortals floating on the far water, Have a banquet and remember Yaochi. My heart is full of rain and rain.

The plot and everything are pretty good, and I felt good watching it. I don't give it 5 stars simply because the author wrote the cousin as a cousin. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder 😅 I'll add the star when I see the latest chapter 🤔

I'm not talking about the author, why is your name so familiar? I was halfway through your last book and found out that it was discontinued, which made me angry. It was so well-written and discontinued, but this new book is also very interesting. I give you five stars, so don't discontinue it [pouts]

It's slow-burning but very sweet. It's okay. The writing is good. It's slow-burning but sweet. It's okay. 🤭[smiling] Good book, yes, the double white love line is so bloody.

There is no need to delve into some logic. When it comes to Xiaotianwen and Shuangwen, it is still very sweet and beautiful. My daughter is very cute (it made me roll and squirm and tremble uncontrollably) 😫. Also, there may be a little less people watching. After seeing "Dabao" and "It's a foregone conclusion", there are actually no comments about the Three Kingdoms Kill [laughter]

1. Luo Binghe waited for Shen Qingqiu for 5 years, Xue Yang waited for Xiao Xingchen for 8 years, Lan Wangji waited for Wei Wuxian for 13 years, Ye Hua waited for Bai Qian for 300 years, Sun Wukong waited for Tang Seng for 500 years, Yuwen Tuo waited for Ning Ke for 500 years, Huacheng waited for Xie Lian for 800 years, Feng Qingxue waited for Baili Tusu for 900 years, and Solanum Solanum waited for Long Kui. Yang 1000 years, Bai Niangzi waited for Xu Xian for 1000 years, Yi Xiaochuan waited for Yu Shu for 2000 years, Su Jiuer waited for Feng Xi for 3000 years, Xiyao waited for Feipeng for thousands of years, and Zixuan waited for Changqing for three lives and three lives. And I have been waiting for your update. On a certain day, a certain day, a certain month, a woman was lying weakly on the bed, her face could not hide the paleness. There was a slight smile on his lips. Her outstretched hand trembled slightly, and tears glistened at the corners of her eyes. The hoarse voice murmured: "Don't forget to update...

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It looks good, I hope the author will reply to me 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

The plot has no ups and downs, and the male and female protagonists accept each other a little bit quickly. The most important thing is that there is no flirting when they fall in love, it's all about you and me. If only real feelings were that simple