Riding the wind and breaking through the sea are full of waves, and everything is left unsaid.
This article collects the resentment of the author with cerebral palsy who racked his brains to write H, filling the screen with a hearse.
In the middle of the night, restless little hands are ready to move.
A certain author: Xiao Jinjiang, you know I love you, right?
Jinjiang: Beep————(yellow card warning)
Oh my god, if this article passes the review, I swear I will only write novels in Jinjiang for the rest of my life.
Intention: I can't wait for a moment, Xiao Jiangjiang