The gentle black-bellied gong and the arrogant turtle are going around in circles
A match made in heaven created by the little masters of gay-stirring
If only Gu Shijiu knew that Ye Qiwen, who was smiling ambiguously, was the great writer he had longed for in his heart.
I will never throw away the master's hand in a domineering manner
Don't even dare to be smart and play tricks in every possible way. In the end, the obedient sheep will fall into the tiger's mouth.
But if there are really so many "ifs"
Years are wasted along the way
Will there be anyone who will always hold hands side by side?