Mu Yuqiu never thought that he had been living in a dream spun by others. Only when the dream was shattered did he realize that it was too late.
"Yan Minggui, what are you taking pictures of?"
"Shoot everything, Brother Qiuqiu. It will be used as material after the shooting."
"Huh? What's the material?"
He lay on top of me as usual, his passionate breath spraying on my ears.
I could hear his teasing voice.
"Guess, brother Qiuqiu."
Yan Minggui, a talented painter and photographer, and Mu Yuqiu, a racing driver and hard-working worker
Secret seduction and super possessive self-conscious hooking.
First person, lots of memories! Mu Yuqiu's memory is very, very messy! I have a bit of a mental disorder, so I am trying to write as neatly as possible.
Intent: Everyone can embrace their own light
Reader comments
You actually went to play? When the game was in closed beta, some people complained that it was a piece of shit, so I had no expectations at all [covering my face and peeking] I didn't want this garbage to tarnish my Bai Yueguang Xiaoke, so I wasn't going to touch it.
You actually went to play? When the game was in closed beta, some people complained that it was a piece of shit, so I had no expectations at all [covering my face and peeking] I didn't want this garbage to tarnish my Bai Yueguang Xiaoke, so I wasn't going to touch it.