
I, the Great Me, Refuse to Marry the Iceberg
本大爷不要嫁给冰山
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- Completed
- Length
- 126k Words
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 16y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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My Atobe Keigo, my Tezuka Kunimitsu, my Fuji Shusuke, my prince, you are all swollen and collapsed.
It's never over! ! ! ! ! ! It's okay to let Atobe suppress Tezuka! ! ! ! ! !
Dear, please write the full article, thank you! ! ~
The Queen suffers! Queen receives
Pack it up and take it away. Please continue to work hard.
Big. I want the full text! ! ! ! ! Can you send it to me? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (If possible) Thank you, big
Leave a ball of meat first and read the text slowly.
The setting sun is like blood, and the country is like a painting. Everything is plated with magnificent colors, delicate purple patterns, sharp corners of the eyes, and dazzling tear moles. The stars of the Ice Emperor's main candidates are all over the moon. The young man is sitting in the stands, with his legs crossed, leaning on his knees and stretching out his slender fingers to touch his smooth forehead. His posture is lazy but elegant. His eyes are evil, his smile is elegant, he looks down on the entire stadium, and then - dominates the world. How many people in the world can get the sincere support of more than 200 people? Atobe Keigo is such a miraculous existence. In the first game of the Kanto Competition, the genius Fuji Zhou stunned the audience with a triple counterattack, his blue eyes narrowed into lines, and his smile was harmless. At that time, the young man stood up and entered the stadium, with cheers and cheers behind him. He proudly threw his jersey into the bright sunshine and drew a smooth arc in the air. Then, he snapped his fingers and cut off the thousands of cheers behind him: "I am the winner!" He really shouldn't be called a young man, he is clearly a king, even though he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. That day in Tokyo, the bright sunshine reflected the delicate mole on the corner of the boy's eye, which was dazzling and charming. The moment he raised the ball, he was sharp, noble, and made people worship him.
Ahhhh, why is it over? There are other things I want to see
Sir, it seems like you haven't updated that one yet. Recently, you always update this one. I'm biased.