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Letters come in autumn, when the luxuriant trees are in bloom.
In the second year after the Luan tree flowers bloomed, Wen Congyou decided that he no longer liked Shen Duqin.
Warm reminder:
*1V1
*Running in both directions
* BE
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The next book is "Drunken":
It is said that Pei Zhoudu was nicknamed "Bi Huajiao" because he was delicate and weak, and he fell down three times with every step he took.
Until one day in a dark alley, I saw him fighting three men, effortlessly.
Pei Zhoudu's hands were stained with other people's blood. He walked slowly to the entrance of the alley, his eyebrows drooping and he said, "It's thick, my hands hurt."
I didn't mean to be miserable, but it looked pitiful.
The girl in a pretty little skirt at the entrance of the alley was holding a handkerchief and carefully wiping the blood on his hands, with a bit of anger on her face.
The man who was beaten with a bruised nose and face pointed at Pei Zhoudu and cursed: "You fucking dare to hit me?!"
The next second, he saw the girl who rarely blushed staring at him: "I'll hit you if I hit you. Do I have to choose a day to hit you?!"
"My hands hurt when I hit you!" She thought of something and cursed angrily, "Silly*!"
Hearing this, Pei Zhoudu couldn't help laughing, and sighed: "Hey, baby, he doesn't deserve it."
"What else have you learned?" Pei Zhoudu gently scratched Shu Nong's palm with his fingertips, "First scold me and listen."
Unworthy resentment: "???"
Small Theater
One day, Shu Nong casually took the wood carving that Pei Zhoudu had finally found.
The dog friend was shocked: "At that time, I begged you not to let me touch you. You said your little wife was not allowed to be touched. How could she play with it casually?"
"Don't overstep your rank." Pei Zhoudu had no intention. He said slowly and calmly without blinking, "What do you want to play with, my dear?"
As he spoke, he laughed lazily and said, "She can just play with me."
Dog Friend: ... Fuck you!
Intention: Before the unexpected happens, you and I hug each other hard.
