Ning Churuo accidentally got a seed of unknown variety, and she cultivated it carefully for three years.
But no buds have sprouted in the past three years, which is more difficult than giving birth to a Nezha.
Just when Ning Churuo suspected that the seeds were broken, he was about to throw them away.
On the first day the seeds broke out of the ground and sprouted.
The next day green leaves grow and the branches are luxuriant.
On the third day it bloomed, a rose with thorns.
Faced with this weird growth rate, Ning Churuo had only one thought in his mind: Mutated?
On the fourth day, the flowers were gone.
In front of her, there appeared a handsome man wrapped in a blanket, shy and timid, and exuding the fragrance of roses.
"Pa" The kettle in Ning Churuo's hand fell to the ground: it turned out that he had become a spirit.
The handsome boy grabbed the blanket he had just wrapped around his body with one hand and picked up the kettle with the other.
Her beautiful face was full of uneasiness, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, she looked at her with wet eyes, and her voice was thin, "... Give it."
Those slender hands with white skin came into view without any reservation.
"Hiss..." Ning Churuo gasped, unable to bear it.
*The copy has been backed up
Purpose: Love depends on the joint efforts of both parties
