Suddenly I want to write a series, all of which are like you from the beginning to the end, which is my biggest cuteness.
Teenage Dandy
A combination that couldn't be more cliché.
But I am not a playboy, and I am not a soft actor.
The copywriting is weak, so I'll cut off the original text——
In the final analysis, my bad relationship with Jing Yan can only be traced back to that story-teller.
What he said was not that he and I once listened to books in the same teahouse. There were tables in the four directions, and tea was brewing on the table. The storyteller on the other side of the screen slapped his sandalwood board.
Instead, he leaned carelessly on the back of the chair, fanning himself, and drank tea. Two young men were waiting on him, one on the left and the other on the right. They beat his legs when they should, and squeezed their shoulders when they needed to. It was true that the disease of wealth and the destiny of wealth complement each other. The storyteller on the other side of the screen knocked on the wooden door and told him which year and month a certain young master had raised an actor in the opera garden. Hey, he was a stunning beauty. Jing Yan's eyes lit up and he said to the boy, let's go to the opera house.
Txt has been thrown on Weibo
Lost the long pendant
Intention: