Copy content If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad painting fan... Master and I met for the first time, and I was kidnapped by Master. I once fantasized about becoming Master's wife, but I was just an egg. Master and I met for the second time, and Master took me away to live in seclusion in the mountains. I once imagined that I and my master were free and happy, a couple of gods and immortals, but I was just an egg. The third time Master and I met, I was still just a sleeping egg. This article is also known as: "On How to Fall in Love with an Egg", "The Secret Love History of an Egg", "Ten Thousand Ways to Capture a Beautiful Boy"
Small Theater Yin Chen was lying on the bed slightly drunk, and Xu Luo helped her tuck in the quilt. She always had good eyesight and could clearly spot the tooth marks on Xuluo's neck even in this situation. She stretched out her hand and touched it and asked, "What kind of bite is this?" "Bitten by an egg." "How can an egg bite you even if it has teeth?" "Because I said I would cook it and eat it." She helped Yinchen tidy up the quilt, touched her head and said, "Okay, go to sleep."
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