"It's so late, what are you doing in my room?"
"My husband is afraid that my wife can't sleep, so let's sing a little song to comfort her."
"..."
What I remember in my memory is the bright red clothes, accompanied by the frivolous tone and teasing. Gentleness and domineering weaved into a web, trapping him tightly in it. He never cares whether he is evil or good, nor does he care whether he is Song Chuci or An Zichao. He just wanted to turn over the rolling dust in the future, and between these two names, he could leave a place for a man named Wen Xingge. Two-faced king's heart, one person's gift.
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The above is all nonsense pretending to be profound. The main plot is that a certain god accidentally suffered a schizophrenia (- -||) and split into two personalities named Song Chuci and An Zichao. With the appearance of a slightly natural dull boy named Wen Xingge (who dare not define it for fear of going astray), a certain god began to compete with himself for his wife.
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You can clearly feel that this is a product of convulsions. I won't tell you that I fainted after writing the copy! ! !