There is a kind of person with slender shoulders and a slim waist, fond of wearing white robes. Their cheeks are as fresh as new lychees, their nose as smooth as goose fat, and their gaze so cool and distant that even a single glance from them is a luxury. But you would rather see that white robe come off, their eyes turn crimson, their lips take on a rosy hue, and tears glisten on their cheeks. Those usually clear eyes brim with tender longing. Someone as otherworldly as an immortal ought to be paired with a beauty worthy of the heavens. But how did Qiao Jin end up in the hands of He Xing, that uncouth brute? 1v1, shou-centric, modern person travels to ancient times. Scheming, uncouth gong x abstinent shou with a wildly unexpected side.
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Great writing, keep it up!
I suddenly feel so verbose, how can I break it?
Mom is so cute (*/ω\*)
Is mua gone? ? ? Or refill
Sisi, finish spreading flowers, baby, thank you for your hard work (refill)
I wonder if He Xing will leave with Qiao Jin?
I feel sorry for Qiao Jin! Sisi, come on!
It's New Year, can we not make trouble?
He Xing, where are you? Your wife is injured!
When can I turn to bed (*/ω\*)