His unruly face made him fall in love with him, his unruly eyes made him indulge in it, and he was waiting for him in the dim light. Suddenly he looked back, but happiness, how could he wait?
Literature and art is not something you can come to if you want to, you can come if you want to!
He lay in the man's arms and smiled muffledly. "What are you laughing at?" He shook his head. "Idiot." He laughed again. The man simply overwhelmed him. He repeatedly begged for mercy: "Okay, I'll say it, I'll say it!" The man raised his eyebrows and looked down at him condescendingly. ..."I'm just laughing, Jin, you turned into a good and upright young man for me... It's as funny as Tezuka Kunimitsu turned into a gangster, hahahaha!" The man smiled dangerously. "Ouch! Akutsujin, you bastard!" It was foreseeable that Qingchun Qianshi would not see the sun tomorrow.
Reading night
I wish the author would write more
Don't know tomorrow
Can you still see live river crabs?
Night of writing
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