The breeze blows, the bamboo forest flutters, the moonlit night is cool and frosty...
Grass-tipped boots, love in the world, tenderness that cannot be endured by a sword...
"I don't want to have anything to do with you, I don't want to know you, I don't want to see you, and I don't want to hear your voice." Gongsun Jue said coldly, without looking at the longing eyes of the woman with shining eyes in front of him...
I, Xi Qing'er, have no father or mother, and I am not afraid of anyone being sad even if I die. But I'm so sad that I can't like you! Come on, why are you asking me? Of course holding hands!
What, travel around the world? With him? OK!
Oh my god, what kind of place is this? Why are all the men topless and with their hair tied around their waists? It's so strange! What, even tourists? Then, then, doesn't he want to take off his clothes? ! I want to see it!
Oh my God again! Why are the people here so strange? The teeth are all black, and there are more than a dozen circles around the neck. It's so scary! !
"Remember, you can like me, but I can't give you any sincerity..." Gongsun Jue cruelly left the injured woman behind, turned around and disappeared into the night. Let her bleed three feet and her energy was exhausted.
"Okay! You keep your word, don't regret it!" Xi Qing'er bit her dry lips tightly, unwilling to say anything to keep her even if the bite caused blood, "Forget me, you want to be very happy!" Tired, tired of love.
There is a kind of love in the world, where desires are constantly cut off and desires are still confused...
This kind of love is called love, love is deep, love is entangled...