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She had no choice but to write articles as a pastime, but was accidentally involved in a different world of her own creation.
However, the fate of this continent is gradually deviating from her original plan.
The male and female protagonists deviate from the established track, the mysterious elegant and charming man in the dream, the island in the sky that does not exist in the text, the city that has been sealed for thousands of years, the feathered people who appear inexplicably and the vampire nobles who exceed her original outline. . . . . The world she created with her own hands has completely deviated from the predetermined ending and is running in an unknown direction. Where should she go?
The mysterious and charming Lopeweier raised her thin lips: "If you want me, if you want me, just come to me."
Mihe, a handsome and cute fox tribe boy, said to himself in shock, "I know nothing, I can't do anything, but I just love you."
The ethereal and peerless young master of the Yu Clan, Zi Zi, looked back calmly, "You touched my two feathers, and I am yours. Do you still want to be irresponsible?"
The feminine, gentle, androgynous young man smiled in the spring breeze, "You bought me, and you are my master. It is my duty to serve you, of course, including serving you in bed."
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. Him, him, and him. . . . . Who is her choice?
It is constantly increasing. Of course, the outcome is uncertain, NP or 1V1 is unknown.
It may be dull at the beginning, but it will get better after that. You can keep it and watch it.
The heroine is in a state of convulsion between a novice and a non-novice, and she is absolutely not abusive. The author is not stepmother inclined.
This article is roughly divided into three parts.
The first part is about the adventurous travels of Shunjia during childhood convulsions.
The second part is a state of emotional entanglement of various conspiracies and conspiracies.
The third part is the state of resisting fate and rewriting history while luring a bunch of beautiful men home. . . . . . . .
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