A touch: Chaos.
Second wipe: silky wisps.
Three wipes: spots.
Four wipes: all-over.
Love is like a rag soaked in detergent. This is what Ma Xiaobu means to Cuicheng. It is not obtrusive, not dazzling, not beautiful, inconspicuous, not excellent, but - everywhere.
He is the ruler of darkness, the ruler of darkness. In the eyes of others, he is high above the world, omnipotent, but when he stands at the highest peak, he always feels a little disappointed in his heart.
Her appearance has always touched his heart faintly, and the loss has gradually been enriched by her care and protection.
He kept her by his side to protect and protect her, but he didn't expect that the continuous accidents kept shattering his invincible self-confidence and kept making him fall deeper and deeper into trouble.
"Because you are a rag, you can defeat anyone who is black and dirty. I am not afraid of being dirty, but I am afraid of not having a rag."
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