Copywriting one:
Qingya is an unusual farm girl.
It wasn't because I was put into men's clothing and had to be a brat for sixteen years.
It's not because he had a rough life and was raised harshly by his enemies.
It's not even because she's not afraid of the world,
He ran away from home bravely and became a peddler, but he still went to teach without any hesitation.
But there is another soul living in her body.
If the green buds are the brilliant moon,
The other side is the violent sun.
They are so different yet so the same.
No matter soft or hard, you will always choose to face difficulties and fight.
Copywriting two:
Li Zangfeng is an outlier in the village.
The beautiful ones are like pearls dropped into the earth, and the mysterious ones are like thunder.
He claimed to be the second son of the Li family who had disappeared for fifteen years.
The villagers shook their heads and thought it was impossible.
But since Mother Li recognized her, it was hard for others to say anything.
Li Zangfeng has been living erratically in the small mountain village since then.
Until I met another alien.
When we first met, I admired the ruthlessness and strength of the young man when he used the sword.
When we met again, I found the boy with two faces.
But he never expected that when he returned from crossing the sea,
The former "boy" actually became his wife...
Li Zangfeng looked at his wife who suddenly appeared with cold eyes.
Eyebrows raised slightly: "Have we met before?"
Like a green bunny, he slithered aside to find his men's clothes,
He gestured with erratic eyes, "Ahem, benefactor, it's me."
The man's charming phoenix eyes showed a bit of surprise and disgust.
"Repay kindness with hatred, huh?"
Qingya moved her hand to show the afterimage,
"No, no, no, benefactor, listen to my explanation!"
Steady and capable, in fact, she is naturally soft-spoken and a saleswoman.
(Strange, irritable, cursing and second personality)
VS the indifferent and reclusive beauty changes her words to a peacock with a dense flower
Intention: To grow wildly and to be free.
Reader comments
Guess who I am, Dongli Pigeon Hand [Milk Tea]
. . . This house fight is like an old-fashioned female rivalry. The fight is not for power, but for the heart of a man. He has so much to say and no one to look down on. In ancient times, house ladies were more promising than some modern wives.
Guess who I am, Dongli Pigeon Hand [Milk Tea]
. . . This house fight is like an old-fashioned female rivalry. The fight is not for power, but for the heart of a man. He has so much to say and no one to look down on. In ancient times, house ladies were more promising than some modern wives.