The New Succubus Moved Downstairs

[Short story, the full text only costs 3.14 Yuan, thank you for supporting the original version. Lin Zhou was attracted to Jiang Furou at the first sight when he met her in the flower shop. That woman was ascetic and cold, with distant eyes, but she was still so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away. But Lin Zhou didn't expect that in his dream that night—— The woman and her fingertips were entangled, and her breath was hot, completely different from the indifference during the day. "Who... Are you?" Lin Zhou asked in a trembling voice. The woman chuckled and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that both of us are happy." After waking up from the dream, Lin Zhou thought everything was just a ridiculous fantasy. Until the next day, she bumped into her downstairs neighbor who had just moved in in the elevator. The woman glanced at her lightly, as if she had never met her before. But Lin Zhou remembered how this woman called her over and over again in the dream. * ●Kind and honest human beings attack ●A modern fantasy novel with an imaginary background, borrowing the succubus setting, and the rest are all made up by the author. —————————————————————— —————————————————————— Next time I want to write a novel about the mutual attack between immortals and heroes, "Little Bodhisattva, your needle pricks me so much." Please bookmark this pre-received article ~ I love you ~ The following is the copy—— "You even saved me, you are really a Bodhisattva." Yan Huanchao was leaning at the door of Yaowang Sect covered in blood, with half of the sword still hanging on his fingertips. It is said in the world of cultivation that the "Mad Man Yan" of the Hehuan Sect kills people like crazy, practices the ruthless way, and practices by sucking in love. Wen Xuemian just gently tore open her bloody clothes and said, "Here to me, you are just a patient." Yan Huanchao looked at Wen Xuemian with pity on her face, really like the Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple descending to earth. She felt that Wen Xuemian was really sick. How can there be anyone in this world who is really wholeheartedly doing good? Do you really think you are a Bodhisattva? She thought that she would definitely pull this falsely compassionate saint off the altar. Unexpectedly, in the end, she was pressed on the head and learned to be a human being again. *** Wen Xuemian has long been accustomed to Yan returning to the nest without hesitation - moody and taking pleasure in teasing others. With such a style, it is no wonder that she is called the witch "Crazy Yan". Until one day, when she was surrounded by Zhengdao's sword, it was Yan Huanchao who dragged his broken body in front of her, "How dare I touch my people?" The fingertips of Wen Xuemian's acupuncture trembled slightly for the first time, "Aren't you cultivating the ruthless way?" The witch kissed her bloody fingertips. "So, this is an obsession... Little Bodhisattva." *** It's a story about an idealistic doctor Intention: Eternal expectation for a better life.