The snow is heavy on the garden in spring, the fragrance is floating on the moon, and the clothes are still timid and thin.
He stretched out his hand, gently touched my eyebrows, and slid his slender white fingers along the bridge of my nose to my lips.
"Look, Huayue. You can't escape me after all."
Don't take the plot route. Drama party beware.
This article is slow to take off.
Old pit link
Serializing
Net King's New Pit
Completed
By the way, this is an old article that I translated today, and now I want to trick people all over the world! Make a fist (pulled back to Mars by everyone...)
