Self-Cultivation of East Asian Female Ghosts

When someone was making trouble in the restaurant, and the girl who was the waiter looked up at him with red slap marks and cobalt blue eyes, Jason knew that something was wrong - the familiar eyebrows forced him to temporarily take in the Asian girl who looked like she was about to live on the street. They lived together on the first night because they were worried about a girl who looked more fragile than glass, but he didn't expect that after a compromise, he would be completely lost. "Brother, brother." An Xiya sat in the shadow covered by the curtains, calling him wetly and lingeringly: "You will always love me, right?" Behind her were the cold long hair and the bleeding skirt. Jason touched her cheek, lowered his eyes and whispered: "Yes, I love you forever." Mission: A harmonious family