"That year when the apricot blossoms were raining lightly, you took my hand and said -" Zhou Qian brought Xu Chen's hand close to his heart and rubbed it gently.
"——Give me a good dream."
The flowers of the great young motherland felt that this person was mentally ill. Xu Chen slowly typed "?"
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Xu Chen, who was tortured by work and interpersonal relationships, came to a small town during the holidays and accidentally walked into a calligraphy and painting shop.
From the moment he stepped into the cloud-patterned wood, he had a connection with this fantasy world.
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After finally settling the matter, Xu Chen looked at Zhou Qian numbly, hoping to see each other again by fate from now on.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Qian gently took his hand and put it on the side of his face: "Dr. Xu, our business is not over yet."
... What do you know?
She is probably a beauty both offensively and defensively, double beauties hehehe~
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Note: 1. The whole text is fictitious. The whole text is fictitious. The whole text is fictitious. The author made everything up! ! ! Humans and demons coexist peacefully, their lifespans are about the same, and the pace is a bit slow.
2. I will insist on writing my first article until the end.
3. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
Purpose: Taste the joys and sorrows of life
