When he was seventeen years old, he was hunted down by his enemies and lived on the streets.
She walked up to him and gave him a coin.
She was aloof and shattered the boy's pride with her pitiful eyes.
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One night many years later, he lay beneath her, humbly pleasing her.
Her broken hair was wet with sweat, and her nails scratched scars on his arms: "Zang Qi, are you cheap?"
He kissed her face obsessively: "Well, I'm a bitch."
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Later,
The boy who once lived on the street planted a sea of flowers, and built an attic in the sea of flowers to house the girl he loved most.
Someone asked what the attic was called.
He said it was called Tongque Terrace.
Ps:
1. Robbery, Stockholm, and the blood of the dog
2. Neither of them are good people, so they don't want to write pure love stories.
3. Repress and don't write sweet articles
4. To be added
Intention: Tongquechun locks Gillian deeply
