Then he got into a game.
Mo Junyan gradually stopped pretending, but he still guarded him.
"On the Huangquan Road, in the Wangchuan River, by the Sansheng Stone, and on the Naihe Bridge, I have always liked you." Mo Junyan teased his hair and said.
"You know I have no heart at all, let alone love." Fu Fengchen just glanced at him lightly and let Mo Junyan tangle his hair.
"I know, so when I die, I will not drink Meng Po soup. I will wait for you on the road to hell, no matter how many years." Even if you have no love, I still want to stay with you.
Mo Junyan was an eldest young master, and he was thrust into his place by his family. Fu Fengchen was forced to accept it, but he only felt that the eldest young master's spirit might not be right, and some of his behaviors made him feel a little weird.
Well, for example, I always like to hold his waist...
Intellectually it's really weird.
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1. (Fantasy empty articles may contain illogical aspects, so don't think according to normal people's thinking...)
2. The update time is super slow, and the update is due to fate (don't rush! I don't guarantee bad writing), because inspiration comes and goes in a blink of an eye.
3. This article is for practicing writing (but I will take every article very seriously)
4. The literary talent is not very good. Some ancient poems are borrowed from them and will be marked.
5. Regarding the content of Tarot cards, I bought some books about Tarot cards.
Intention: Love, the last thing it needs is a witness, we are just listeners
