Have you ever met a woman named Mi Ye in a busy bustling city? Have you ever entered her tea house, drank a cup of tea she brewed, and told her your story? Some people say that her worry-free tea can make people forget their worries.
Some people say that her Everlasting Sorrow Tea can make people love you to the core.
She said that it was just a cup of tea to wash away the dust in the heart.
Who will be her first guest?
I want to write some short stories. If you have any inspiration in the future, please write here! Of course, they are basically chapter completions or unit stories, so don't worry about serialization!
Volume 1: Bojun Yixiao & Fighting the Mountain as the King
Copywriting:
I'm afraid you'll get too involved and love me instead of me
I'm afraid you won't fall in love with me if you're not into the drama deeply enough
Boy, may you always look so sunny.
(I love both Zaizai, no matter how cute they are)
Put a copy next door: "The monk accompanies me"
The heroine who cultivates immortality and the abstinent iceberg monk
The heroine who cultivates immortality and the abstinent iceberg monk
An ordinary little genius who cultivates immortality, the heroine relies on her only advantage, being cold and arrogant.
Until I met a certain little monk, I was unlucky every time, and I was always in trouble. Where was the heroine's halo?
But the monk is very good-looking, so let's flirt!
Looking at the boring monk, the heroine's daily OS:
"Monk, will you carry me?"
"Monk, will the house collapse?"
"Monk, you won't leave me alone, will you?"
"Monk, why are you so unlucky every time I meet you?"
"Monk, can you return to secular life?"
The heroine finally thought she had successfully seduce the monk, and from then on she lived a life of planting flowers, farming, and occasionally beating little monsters.
He was the first person to betray himself.
Hostess: Monk, I hate betrayal the most.
Hundreds of immortal families? That is a hell of man and ghost, hypocrisy and greed.
If you can't die, then you will overthrow this dirty world and claim your respect.
Hostess: Monk, goodbye.
She said, "You are the only one willing to accompany me into the abyss."
She asked him, "Monk, don't you want to stay too?"
Intention: In March, tea and cigarettes invite guests, and in September, the fragrance washes away the dust.