Tsundere and childish little wolfdog x cold and lonely black lotus
On the eve of her wedding, Feng Qitong was betrayed by her apprentice and her concubine, and was imprisoned under the holy lake for five years. Once she escaped, she massacred her concubine's family with her own hands, but because of her injuries, she had no choice but to come to the Youlian Sect, which was regarded as a demon sect by people in the world.
However, on the first day he arrived at Youlian Sect, his body was completely looked at by that chatty boy.
In a fit of anger, she knocked the young man off the cliff, but she didn't expect that the young man was actually Mo Changli, the high priest who held the power of life and death in Youlian Sect.
In late spring, the purple paulownia flowers were withering one after another. Hearing that her fiancé and her concubine were about to get married, he insisted on venting his anger on her, but unexpectedly he fell into the river in embarrassment and was chased by a group of geese with nowhere to hide.
Hiding behind her, he intentionally or unintentionally moved his gaze to her alluring side face: It's really strange why, every time he sees her, he always gets into such a mess and always feels inexplicably nervous.
This feeling is strange and familiar, as if it has happened before...
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The first time she met him, she took off his belt. He was stunned and asked her if she was ashamed.
The second time she met him, she took off his clothes and he yelled at her for being a prostitute.
The third time, she slept with him directly, but his eyes showed the shyness of a teenager's first love, and he asked her in a low voice, are you... Responsible?
During the Qingming Festival that year, there was drizzle in the city of Chang'an. She picked up a purple tung flower and handed it to him, smiling sweetly: "Ali, I have no other love, so I will give you this last purple tung flower!"
He didn't say anything, just put the purple paulownia flower in her bun and whispered: "If you like this flower, just like I like you."
(Shuangjie, he)
Intention: Life is like a journey against the odds, sailing with a reed.
