This is a fanfic of the fanfic "Memories," a Guo Li Fei Dao Wen Qing fanfic by Si Lv.
"I quietly approached the bright yellow tent. After hearing a clatter of overturned vessels, all fell silent around me. After a long, long while, a low, pained, stifled moan came from within, like a secluded orchid blooming in secret at midnight, giving off a bewitching, intoxicating fragrance. It was soft, yet soul-stirring, lingering in the night until even the air seemed hazy. My cheeks suddenly grew hot, and I vaguely realized what sort of punishment my imperial uncle was inflicting on him."
"A faint smell of blood and sex still hung in the tent.
The room was somewhat messy. The bed curtains were pulled to one side, clearly torn down in his struggle. He lay on his back in bed, still unconscious. His elegant brows were tightly furrowed, and his beautiful, thin lips were slightly swollen. Against his snow-white face, his long, lowered lashes gave him an indescribably alluring air.
My fingertip touched his sweat-damp forehead, and I jolted in alarm, frightened by my own thoughts."
For some reason, this passage haunted me. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and my imagination ran wild. Years later, I still had to write it.
Si Lv wrote the frail yet resilient sickly beauty Xiao Li to perfection. I've done my best to imitate her, but in the end, I've only made a poor imitation. (Sweat)
The original Memories is here: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1521266
Memories is a classic HM story. I was so tormented that I decided to take the angst all the way. Maybe then I won't have to keep dwelling on it?
The one being tormented isn't the Xiao Li from the original work, but this Xiao Li, who is breathtakingly beautiful, delicate, and lovely.
BDSM, HM, angst. Read with caution, read with caution. Please don't hit me.
I haven't been able to contact Si Lv. If you see this and feel it's inappropriate, please let me know and I'll take it down.
Premise:
It seems that Hewu Shenzhou has been dead for a long time... Madam, can you post it on Weibo?
Because I remember my dear article after reading it. . . . What kind of imagination is this that allows you to write such an abusive article! ! ! ! ! ! However, in order to be worthy of the author who wrote Piaopiao so beautifully, I have automatically used the image of Guan Tianxiang, a 185cm tall and domineering general attacker in the second dimension, to make up for Guan Tianxiang 233333
Let me ask, did the author deliberately write 520 words? ⊙_⊙Suddenly noticed 23333
Sweat~~I just forgot to rate it. .
. . . Guan Li? ! ! ! Why is it just this much~~ Why is it so cruel~~ It's so cruel~~~ I'll cry for a while first. . .
... Need to verify... What a mess
… I've been severely beaten recently... I light up the wax and cry.
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It seems that Hewu Shenzhou has been dead for a long time... Madam, can you post it on Weibo?
Because I remember my dear article after reading it. . . . What kind of imagination is this that allows you to write such an abusive article! ! ! ! ! ! However, in order to be worthy of the author who wrote Piaopiao so beautifully, I have automatically used the image of Guan Tianxiang, a 185cm tall and domineering general attacker in the second dimension, to make up for Guan Tianxiang 233333
Let me ask, did the author deliberately write 520 words? ⊙_⊙Suddenly noticed 23333
Sweat~~I just forgot to rate it. .
. . . Guan Li? ! ! ! Why is it just this much~~ Why is it so cruel~~ It's so cruel~~~ I'll cry for a while first. . .
... Need to verify... What a mess
… I've been severely beaten recently... I light up the wax and cry.