Once upon a time there was a city, and a village outside the city. In the village was a shabby thatched hut, and in the house there was a bad old man telling a story to the rich young man...
The fiery and vulgar love story, like a brainless plot structure, and the lingering and charming secrets of the past, also make Yan Yi feel more and more happy the more he listens to it.
So after hearing the end, no matter how stupid he was, there were only four words left in his heart:
"That's it."
On how a poor guy was attracted by a wealthy young man
The author is illiterate, purely practicing typing speed, and often updates frequently.
(In short, fate is more important)
He, He, He (Say he is he, say he is he, say he is he, say important things three times.)
"Your name reminds me of a poem."
"What?"
"I'm drunk and don't remember the West Tower when I wake up. Spring dreams and autumn clouds make it so easy to get together and disperse."
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A simple attacker who believes in everything* A poor and miserable person who lies endlessly
Mo Yunyi*Sang Heng
Purpose: Be honest.
Damn, your title has changed and so has the copy.