Even though I suffer from depression, I am still delicate and fragile, but with this otherworldly face, am I really a boy? Shiloh looked at the boy with long pale blond hair in the mirror. His fair and beautiful face and soft legs made countless girls feel inferior after looking at him.
Xu Xiancang never expected that the wedding flower girl he had been obsessed with for ten years was actually a boy. His outlook on life collapsed and he doubted life. All he could think about was Shiloh's voice and smile all night long.
In the name of bumpy encounters and "friends" separated by a layer of veil, Xu Xiancang felt that this boy was too cute. Even though he was soft and cute, he also had a very sinister look, and his stupidity always made him laugh.
"We already kissed at the wedding, so it won't hurt if we try it again in bed, right?" Xu Xancang raised the corner of his mouth and pressed the little thing under him.
"That... That's a commercial shoot! Let me go..." The little thing was so shy that he blushed and hid under him timidly.
Intention: In the incomprehensible reality, let nature take its course and pursue the direction of the future.