Crazy vixen with a black belly (attack) x affectionate and stubborn kind of boring gourd (receiver)
A strong smell of blood spread deep in the desolate valley, and the cold wind ruffled the bloody clothes of the man. Song Hemian's face was pale, and red blood was flowing continuously from his abdomen, but he no longer had the strength to care about it. There's a big trouble ahead. He looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him. His hands trembled slightly.
The man looked at him. , Smiled solemnly:
"Long time no see. Why do you make yourself so embarrassed? I feel very sad."
Song Hemian looked at the face of the man in front of him and was a little dazed for a moment.
Yes, long time no see - one by one
Intention: There is always one or two winds in the world that can fill my hundreds of dreams.