The confused bookworm smashed it into Song Qingshu and rolled it into Mo Shenggu's arms.
When he was young, Song Qingshu's wish was to buy books, buy many, many books, and build a luxurious library of his own;
Mo Shenggu's wish is to practice swordsmanship, develop unparalleled swordsmanship, and win a chivalrous name that will be passed down through the ages.
As they get older, their minds undergo some subtle changes.
"Little uncle." He pulled his hair and raised the corners of his lips.
He grabbed his hair back and said with a smile on his face, "Xiao Qingshu, have you gotten into trouble again? Do you want me to help you plead with Big Brother?"
This is a heart-warming drama that does not require conspiracy or betrayal.
"What are you obsessed with?"
"I just... Want you to trust me as I trust you."
The simple word trust contains a deep meaning that only each other understands.
In fact, in a hundred years of life, why bother to be persistent? It is better to take it easy and be free.
The cover is drawn by the most loving Baicai in the world (^o^)/~
This is a martial arts fanfic mixed with fairy tales. To put it bluntly, it is just a weird article written to satisfy my own weird ideas>0
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