Everyone knows that I am particularly obsessed with Liu Qingming, and Liu Qingming also knows it.
He is just like his name, causing ripples in the hearts of girls like the breeze and the moon.
And I am tall and charming.
His name is very ordinary, Wang Jiaqi, and he always loves to cry.
With the hook of your fingers, men can bow to me.
In the bar, the little potato who liked him was talking drunkenly.
"If you don't like him, why are you pestering him? Let him fall in step by step."
I didn't respond, I just looked at the wine glass in my hand quietly, shook it, and drank it all.
"Because I want him to die." Of course, only I can hear the voice!
Intention: The wind rustles and the water changes