Western fantasy background, numerous private settings, not particular about anything.
The owner of a spice shop who fishes for three days and posts nets for two days is a good-natured little policeman with superb straight-ball skills.
Eve thought what happened at the corner of Muhe Avenue that day was an accident, but Kexi felt that she had met true love.
Kexi: Miss, I wonder if you bumped into a tall, handsome and agile blond young man at the 20th lane of Muhe Avenue at five o'clock in the morning. He might have fallen in love with you at first sight.
Eve: Are you talking about the young man who was chased on the street and ran away, and at night he came to someone's door looking like a real person, talking about the truth, playing straight but not being what he was, and he was full of evil and wanted to use her as a shield?
Kesi was wronged, and Kesi wanted to prove his innocence: I will give Miss Eve a good morning gift every day!
Eve was irritable, and Eve made a face: Is this the reason why you disturbed my sleep?
Dark circles: Love belongs to others. I'm tired. Don't ask me to come out to eat dog food again.
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Spices are just an introduction, and the article will not involve too much relevant knowledge.
Intention: I must be you now
