The serialized novel Xu He read recently made her so angry that she clicked it out of her collection all night long. She wished she could pluck the male protagonist out of the book and beat him up.
Why the male protagonist always has something to hide, and why he has such a long mouth can't be explained clearly.
Angry.
"What is this?" Lao Gao raised his mouth in dissatisfaction, looking like he was defending the heroine.
Zhouyang thought for a while, then put his hands on her little face, which was red from the cold, and said seriously: "This may be the crematorium for chasing my wife."
"Then who do we belong to?" She raised her eyes and looked at him expectantly, her frost-covered eyelashes trembling.
Zhouyang wiped the snow from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and rubbed his head into the crook of her neck, his voice low and hoarse, with a smile and determination.
"Running in both directions."
Life is boring and trivial.
Fortunately, when you come, everything will be reborn.
Intention: I hope your eyes will be clear and bright, and you will grow firmly.