This is a story about a soul entangled with love.
How many times have I dreamed back to that strange place at midnight?
Life was running through my mind and I decided to go there.
The Tibetan Plateau that I have always longed for.
Shao Wenxing looked helpless: "Do you have anything to wipe your face with? My face is so dry."
Jiang Cuo chuckled: "Did you use the cow dung mask? You just put it on?"
Shao Wenxing: "Actually, I quite like the feeling of dryness on my face."
The cute little slut (shou in the upper year) VS the lively Tibetan youth (gong in the lower year)
Warm reminder!!! There is a certain blend of fiction and reality in the content of this article
Update time will be later than 135
It's the first time for newcomers to write, but veterans should be merciful
Intention: Only sincere love remains unchanged