She was alone, precarious, and only looked forward to the day when she could have enough to eat, wear new clothes, and sleep in a warm bed. With these, she would be content, and she felt that her goal was big enough, until she met him.
His eyes were lingering and lingering, and his voice was clear and gentle, clean and free of any impurities, "Ah Shu, aren't you considering changing your goal?"
Wen Heyan did not expect to be reborn, nor did he expect to be so happy to meet her again. After all, he treated her differently, "I must have fallen under her spell."
"Ah Shu, rub it for me, my head hurts a little." Wen Heyan lifted his shirt slightly, his eyes looking tired.
"Master Immortal, you have had a headache for several days in a row. I suspect you have a migraine." Jiang Shu analyzed seriously. I must persist in this irresistible beauty.
"Ah Shu, maybe it won't hurt if you rub it."
"Beauty is misleading, refuse to act coquettishly." Jiang Shu ran away quickly.
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