The Twentieth Day

On the twentieth day of his stay at a guesthouse, Lan Ye finally met the owner.

A young man, handsome and languid, who liked to smoke ladies' cigarettes.

Lan Ye hadn't liked this damp old town at first, but in the end, he fell in love with it.

And with this man.

"It took me twenty days to fall in love with you. I'll never be able to forget you for the rest of my life."

Warning: Those who insist on chaste romance, don't read this. You will definitely have a hard time.

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