Original, no plagiarism
The boss of the magic sect attacks and the cold male courtesan suffers
Mo Jin was not bent at first, but was bent later.
Why does this demon sect boss come to me for tea again and again?
"I told you a long time ago that I met you ten years ago."
"Go away, who remembers what happened ten years ago? If you are free, redeem me."
I had a sudden idea to write a joke about a male courtesan, from the main point of view.
I'm a noob at writing, and the plot is slow to heat up. If you don't like it, don't criticize it. Thank you all.
The main line bl has a pair of bg.
Intention: The world does not exist for anyone, it can also exist for oneself.