Black Forest Truffle

Copywriting 1 When I was young, there was a Bai Yueguang, who was cold and distant, and stubbornly went abroad with his girlfriend. She didn't get what she asked for, and never looked at another man again. Until she saw a man in the F1 field. He looked like a nine-point man, but with a mole in the corner of his eye. He was unbridled and crazy in pursuit of god-like limits and speed. "How about -" her heart beat wildly, "sister, take you home?" He smiled: "Okay." Later, on the day when Bai Yueguang, whom she had longed for, returned to China, she went to pick him up. It was raining coldly outside, and the rainwater splashed from Shen Shiyan's hair and face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. He was at the door of the villa, looking at them through the cold fence. His eyes were red, and the rain ran down the black tear mole. He reached out and touched it, and suddenly smiled. "Sister, you are such a scumbag." She thought she had control, until that day it all spiraled out of control. - Seeing Shen Shiyan again, he looked at her from afar and smiled arrogantly. He spread her joined fingers apart and pressed her down bit by bit. His fingers were clasped together, unable to break free. "Sister wants to play with me," he said in a low, hoarse voice, mocking, "It should be fun." She ran away, he chased her, but she couldn't fly. (Playing jokes) Pai: It's not an ancient piece of abuse, it's insured for the Three Views, but the author is a bitch. Intention: Love rises with the wind, but it is difficult to stop the wind.