Love Is This Little Demon Wind

Shen Yizhou said, don't love someone too full Three or four points is a bit lackluster. Five or six points seems appropriate Seven or eight points is tacky Shigure asked him: What if it's ten points? Shen Yizhou curled his lips and smiled: That's a fool Shigure upholds the mentality of respecting Shen Yizhou. She should not love her lover too much, and she should not be a fool. However, Yu really gave Shen Yizhou five or six points of love at that time. Shen Yizhou was dissatisfied again … [Let's start with a new article: "The Man with a Story"] I saved a man, a very beautiful man He has a plump face and handsome features, and his white clothes are dyed red. Just like the noble and pure gods above the nine heavens When I rescued him, he was covered in blood with wounds of varying depths and shapes. He had a high fever because the wound had not healed for a long time, and it seemed that he was not going to die soon. So I concluded that this must be a man with a story He may be a prince, or he may be a prince Maybe it's a wealthy merchant In short, based on my years of experience in reading story books, i know There must be a story about him Either it's a blood feud Either it's the ultimate love In short He has a story Based on my many years of experience I rescued him, and then we developed a certain affection as we got along day and night. The moment we expressed our feelings to each other, he would suddenly disappear. Then I began a long wait and pursuit Then I will find out that he is a high-ranking person who has a childhood sweetheart who is just one step away from getting married. He will hesitate between new love and old love. While he can't let go of his former love as a husband and concubine, he can't let go of the happy times we both had. Then he needs to seek revenge on the person who made him look like this, a blood feud! Then there will still be Do You Love Me between us? Don't you love me? The problems between them were entangled back and forth. During this period, there were also the intervention of childhood sweethearts and the fetters of the once carefree time. I look at this beauty covered in bruises I think beauty must have some kind of problem He might go crazy and have a headache on thundery and rainy days Maybe the hairs on your body stand up when you hear a certain word He might also see something that has lost its mind In short, he must have a story, and there must be something wrong with people who have stories! I rescued him He opened his eyes on the third day. They were dark and looked at me quietly, like a deep pool with no bottom. I know that a person with such eyes must have a story! So I waited and waited and waited and waited. Wait for him to open his eyes and sit on the bed Waiting for him to get off the ground and walk Waiting for him to speak his first words Wait until autumn Wait until it snows I waited until the first new cotton-padded jacket that a man made for me When the time came, we went to the county town and opened a small shop together. When it was time, he climbed into my bed I'm still waiting He finally couldn't help but ask me What are you waiting for? I looked at the empty yard with the closed door. There were red plums and golden osmanthus planted in the yard. He planted them. There are my favorite kumquats in the room. He picked them. There are eight dishes of four cold and four hot dishes on the table. He cooked them. They are all my favorite flavors I asked him: "Where are your five hundred thousand elite soldiers?" Him: "..." "Where are your childhood sweethearts?" Him: "..." "There are no soldiers, leaders, princes or nobles coming to pick you up?" Him: "..." He raised one eyebrow and slightly opened his thin lips: "Is there anything else? Tell me about it?" Me: "... You are not rich and you were harmed by bad people? You don't have any blood feud or unparalleled love?" He looked at me shook his head I collapsed: "What!" How can the plot be like this! "Sorry to disappoint you" He untied my belt, lifted up my skirt, and put his hand into my Xiangyun bellyband There was a thin callus on the warm palm: "But there is still something." I was surprised: "What?" His body pressed down: "Five million... Elite soldiers" Me: "... Riyo..." With a smile on his face, he responded excitedly: "Hey!" The female protagonist who is obsessed with storybooks and slightly myopic x the male protagonist who has a story [New article—"Flowing Light Like the Moon"] The first time Yang Zhao met Zhou Boting was in the most expensive hotel in city A. She was wearing an expensive wedding dress, surrounded by jeweled ladies, and was dazzled by the gorgeous jewelry. Xu Jianan took her hand and came over to say hello: "My partner, Zhou Boting." Yang Zhao reached out his hand to the other party in a daze: "Hello" Zhou Boting only looked at the large dove egg diamond ring on her right ring finger. I'm afraid it might hurt my hand if I hold it. The second meeting was in a law firm. Yang Zhao, who was still in despair and talking about wanting a divorce, saw that the gold medal lawyer mentioned by the girl at the reception was him. He jumped three feet high and ran out of the door in a panic. The third time we met, one became a working dog and the other became the top boss. Zhou Boting looked coldly at the woman who pretended not to know him and walked past him with both hands and feet. Zhou Boting felt that seeing Yang Zhao was like opening a blind box Every time we meet, there is a new experience Yang Zhao thinks that Zhou Boting is Not really a person... ………… A young professor came to the Law Department of University Y He is tall, long-legged and handsome, and every class is packed with people. It's rare to see a male teacher who is neither bald nor fat, but also looks so good. He opened a post on the campus forum passionately and built more than 3,000 floors just to meet such a handsome teacher in his lifetime. Teacher Zhou's low and magnetic London accent Teacher Zhou's fluent and elegant blackboard writing And Teacher Zhou's sexy back and waist … Yang Zhao secretly took a profile photo of Zhou Boting standing on the balcony looking at the scenery and sent it to Chang Lin. Beauty has its own filter halo, and even with Yang Zhao's poor photography skills, she still looks ridiculously beautiful. "Freshly released landscape pictures of Teacher Zhou, 50 yuan each" After a while, the phone dinged with a message. Yang Zhao looked at the 25 yuan red envelope handed over by Zhou Boting in horror. News from Zhou Boting followed closely: "If your level is not good, you deserve half the price." Yang Zhao: "..." One day later Zhou Boting is sitting on her small sofa reading a book, elegant and comfortable Yang Zhao became fascinated as he looked at it. Zhou Boting didn't even raise his head: "What? You still want to steal the auction money?" Yang Zhao blushed I wanted to take secret photos But I want to keep it private I still want to watch it day and night. Intention: Don't be afraid of love, don't give up on yourself