"I'm a tree spirit. Have you ever seen a tree eat meat?" Ye Qing widened her almond-shaped eyes.
"But I've never seen a tree eat candied hawthorn either..." Wang Meng muttered.
"What did you say!" Ye Qing glared fiercely at him.
"N-nothing..." Wang Meng hurriedly smiled ingratiatingly.
"That's what I thought!"
This is simply an ordinary love story between a quirky, mischievous female monster and a naturally clueless human boy.
The writing is full of flavor and the real words are vivid, full of wit and interest. I think you understand, and I really want to make friends with you! The so-called fragrance of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. Potential authors will be mentored and cultivated, and there will be many opportunities. Penguin number: When I was a child, I stayed and thought about it, but it lasted for a long time! Come and decode it! The flowers are blooming, and I hope the dreams fall with sound.