Cha Lu is a scumbag.
That's right, she is a scumbag who combines white lotus, green tea, bitch-face, and money-worshiping beauty.
But no man would reject a woman like her.
Yan Zheng has a good figure and a temperament that is one hundred and ninety-three miles ahead of others. When he is shown out, his personality seems to rise several levels immediately.
The artistic, shy, pure, pungent and arrogant queen, as long as you want, you can get any style at your fingertips.
The love story is like a medieval poem, so misty that it strikes a chord in people's hearts.
"I just like to rob other people. I just like to watch them kneel down pitifully and beg me to rob them."
Cha Lu said this, her red lips were delicate, and her green-white index finger lightly tapped the upturned corner of her mouth.
"Don't cherish it if you get it. Your name is man."
"Then I'll never let you get it."
I just like to see the way you like me but can't tell me, or how you love me but can't get me.
No matter whether you are good or bad, good or evil, as long as you have good looks and can give me what I need, I don't mind letting you be happy temporarily.
Even if the so-called happiness is false, those men are like flying insects, willing to perish in the abyss of desire for tea.
The man thought that he could die under the peonies and be a ghost.
But they were wrong. Chalu was not a peony. She was a piranha that ate people without spitting out bones. She was just waiting for these strong young volunteers to take the bait and use it as food for supplies.
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