That night, he was elegantly dressed in green clothes and came on his fifteenth night journey.
Independent plain wall, long wind-filled sleeves, and belts flying
Shake open the gold-rimmed silk fan and wave it twice casually, which is a bit chic.
She smiled coquettishly and continued to harass me endlessly, "I have admired Mr. Ji for a long time because of his reputation. I have come here no less than ten times. I only want love, but Mr. Ji is like this. Isn't it... That there is something unspeakable?"
It was a period of chaos, and I lived in the inner house for a long time without seeing anyone. No matter how much I looked through the account books, I couldn't find any extra money, and I was bored. Then he tilted his head and half-squinted his eyes and said, "I think your butt is itchy and you want to try it?"
I don't know if my concise and vulgar language frightened him, or if my sudden promise surprised him. He was stunned and fell down from the wall...
So called love
Paint like eyebrows, draw like eyebrows
The more you apply it, the darker it becomes~
Nonsense!
Who said I love you?!
(Note: The protagonist Ji Mo is traveling through time
ps: All poems are original, there is no similarity, please do not misappropriate)
Another palace article by me~, everyone is welcome to read it
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