The sultry male ghost master attacks and the cold-faced, cute and inferior apprentice suffers
Zhuhanshui is a book-wearing person. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any lofty ambitions. This golden finger is just like it has not been opened.
The most daring thing that the coward Zhu Hanshui did was to fall in love with his master secretly. Yes, Zhu Hanshui would never have thought that he would fall in love with his teacher in modern times, but he also didn't want to have anything to do with the master. He liked it because he liked it, and the master should not be troubled by his liking.
But Master's clothes are always worn poorly. His clothes are half-undressed and his eyes are like hooks.
"Good disciple~ Come and dress my master."
Zhu Hanshui had no choice but to silently cover his red face and run away. After that, when he saw Xianyun Zhuo, he would hide, and then he would silently pay attention to him in a corner where the master could not see him.
But Xianyun Zhuo was an old goblin who had lived for who knows how many years. He raised his hand and caught the snowman who was trying to escape.
Xianyun Zhuo's black gauze clothes were half open, and she grabbed the person's hand and pulled it up to her muscular chest.
"Snowman, you really don't want to touch me?"
Zhu Han Shui: "..."
Master, are you cold and want to warm yourself?
I secretly made up my mind to help Master buy some thick clothes.
Xianyun Zhuo: "..."
Not bitter, not bitter at all (╥_╥)
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The young man is silent and reserved, but he is seventeen years old, and his eyes and brows are full of flamboyance.
Idle clouds kneel before the Buddha
"Bodhisattva, bless me, bless this poor, dishonest person like me."
The high-spirited image of the young man in his mind gradually became blurry.
Like a fool seeking a sword, Xianyun Zhuo tried to trace the young man's features over and over again.
Let the memory fade away, and I will continue to piece it together.
"The Bodhisattva will not save you."
Xianyun Zhuo huddled at the feet of the Bodhisattva, and tears welled up in her dry eyes again, forming a small lake.
The silent crying gradually became louder and heartbreaking.
The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.
Xianyun Zhuo raised his head, his hair was dirty and messy, his eyes were red, and he looked crazy. He suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha... This stupid way of heaven, hahaha..."
Heaven took away his lover, and even said it was a gift from above.
Intention: to fight against fate