It was a dark and windy night, and it was dark and windy.
A man in black rushed into a courtyard gate with a red lantern hanging like wind.
"Pop" something was thrown over, and the man in black looked at a ball of socks...
He looked up and saw a girl leaning against the door, holding glutinous rice cakes under the eaves.
He lazily raised his eyes and said to the man in black: "Ghost!~Charm!~Demon~Or spirit?"
The man in black was startled and took a step back: "Who are you?"
"Civet Immortal" put the last bite of pastry into his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth.
I'm still not finished...
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Note:
This article is a short story in one chapter, which can be read individually.
It's not a romantic drama, so don't have too high expectations.
The author is extremely lazy and usually relies on the temptation of long comments. Maybe he can update O(∩_∩)O...
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