Where do I think about the bright moon, where do I drink to drown my sorrows?
Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, aggressive and inconsistent
When Lu Qiyue took another look at his wife's sister, Lok Tianmin said: Didn't you say you like me? What does it mean to keep looking at my sister?
Lu Qiyue lowered her head and looked at Lok Tianmin, who was a head shorter than her: "Didn't you say that I am not Duanxiu? Are you jealous?" Moumin became angry, drew out the Qingluan sword and pointed it at Lu Qiyue: "I'm not jealous! Who told you to keep looking at A Yao? I warn you not to have any thoughts about her, otherwise I will not be polite."
The breeze blows directly on my face, teaching me to think about the bright moon.
I remember hibiscus every year, and miss my old friend from afar.
Old events are intertwined into a big web, and new and old cases are confusing... Was the accidental death of his mother that year was intentional? Lu Qiyue wanted to seek the truth, but he accidentally hurt the people around him and dragged him into deep water again and again.
"Ayue, you can rest assured to find the truth. I and everyone will always support you and help you... At least, I am here."
"If I can, I don't want to owe you too much, but what I owe you will be repaid in my lifetime."
"Amin, the Zhujin flowers in the yard have bloomed... I bought your favorite Qingfengzui... I'm sorry, I didn't wait for you to come back and drank it first... Amin, come back soon, okay?"
① In the early stage, the attacker pretended that he likes to be fucked for some reasons, but in the later stage, when he fell in love, he started to pursue his wife ~ ② The main partner was 1V1 double cleansing, a warm reminder: the sweetness is mixed, the small abuse is pleasurable, and the big abuse is harmful to the body.
At night without him, the moon seems no longer bright, and I can only sigh while drinking one glass of wine in my hand.
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