In the name of love, stop the sorrow of love.
The more you think about it, the more it will stop.
The moonlight is blank, where does love go?
Even if we meet, we regret not knowing each other.
All yesterday's events have passed away without a trace?
Youth is like a song, singing in a low voice.
She looked at the thief's name: Kiss your lips.
His lips were slightly cool, and he slowly covered hers. He hummed comfortably, but his lips moved deeper. The kiss turned out to be like this. He was confused, happy and excited. His body was so soft that she could only hold on to his clothes tightly for support.
After a long time, he asked if the barren moon was round tonight. Is he there? ! But the name among friends is grayed out. With blurred eyes, he was surrounded by the game screen. No one appeared, not even a ghost.
How do you know I'm barren? She typed a few words with trembling fingers.
A love story originating from an online game. Can the girl who picks up the glass slipper find her own prince?