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Beautiful Man, Stand Aside
Ancient Romance美男靠边站
Blue Tea Tea
"She is just the granddaughter of his enemy, the hostage he kidnapped, and his prisoner. He is a mist, illusory. Sometimes he is murderous, sometimes gentle like water, sometimes as cold as ice. His brows are slightly frowned, he nods and smiles, he is calm and unruffled. He said, Ah Head, don't hate me. The sadness in his eyes is so thick that it can't be healed. He said, girl, this is Jianghu. The bitterness on the corner of his lips is indelible. She followed him slowly in the misty alley, holding a paper umbrella, and how lonely he was. Carrying her on the sparsely populated street, with his broad back and steady and strong heartbeat, she hoped that the road would be longer. Hansheng, if people didn't have so much greed, hatred, and desires, would they be able to be heroes? The beauty of soft bones and heart. At that time, she was just thirteen years old. He appeared in front of her like a fairy who had fallen from the mortal world. His white palm stretched out in front of her eyes. She remembered him as a man in red clothes like fire, and his smile was like a chrysanthemum.
"She is just the granddaughter of his enemy, the hostage he kidnapped, and his prisoner. He is a mist, illusory. Sometimes he is murderous, sometimes gentle like water, sometimes as cold as ice. His brows are slightly frowned, he nods and smiles, he is calm and unruffled. He said, Ah Head, don't hate me. The sadness in his eyes is so thick that it can't be healed. He said, girl, this is Jianghu. The bitterness on the corner of his lips is indelible. She followed him slowly in the misty alley, holding a paper umbrella, and how lonely he was. Carrying her on the sparsely populated street, with his broad back and steady and strong heartbeat, she hoped that the road would be longer. Hansheng, if people didn't have so much greed, hatred, and desires, would they be able to be heroes? The beauty of soft bones and heart. At that time, she was just thirteen years old. He appeared in front of her like a fairy who had fallen from the mortal world. His white palm stretched out in front of her eyes. She remembered him as a man in red clothes like fire, and his smile was like a chrysanthemum.
Beautiful Man, Stand Aside
Ancient Romance美男靠边站
Blue Tea Tea
\"She is just the granddaughter of his enemy, the hostage he kidnapped, and his prisoner. He is a mist, ethereal. Sometimes he is murderous, sometimes gentle like water, sometimes as cold as ice. He frowns slightly, he nods and smiles, he is calm. He said, Ah Head, don't hate me. The sadness in his eyes is so thick that it can't be healed. He said, girl, this is Jianghu. The bitterness on the corner of his lips is indelible. She followed him slowly in the misty alley, holding a paper umbrella, and how lonely he was. Carrying her on the sparsely populated street, with his broad back and steady and strong heartbeat, she hoped that the road would be longer. Hansheng, if people didn't have so much greed, hatred, and desires, would they be able to be heroes? The beauty of soft bones and heart. At that time, she was just thirteen years old. He appeared in front of her like a fairy who had fallen from the mortal world. His white palm stretched out in front of her eyes. She remembered him as a man in red clothes like fire, and his smile was like a chrysanthemum.
\"She is just the granddaughter of his enemy, the hostage he kidnapped, and his prisoner. He is a mist, ethereal. Sometimes he is murderous, sometimes gentle like water, sometimes as cold as ice. He frowns slightly, he nods and smiles, he is calm. He said, Ah Head, don't hate me. The sadness in his eyes is so thick that it can't be healed. He said, girl, this is Jianghu. The bitterness on the corner of his lips is indelible. She followed him slowly in the misty alley, holding a paper umbrella, and how lonely he was. Carrying her on the sparsely populated street, with his broad back and steady and strong heartbeat, she hoped that the road would be longer. Hansheng, if people didn't have so much greed, hatred, and desires, would they be able to be heroes? The beauty of soft bones and heart. At that time, she was just thirteen years old. He appeared in front of her like a fairy who had fallen from the mortal world. His white palm stretched out in front of her eyes. She remembered him as a man in red clothes like fire, and his smile was like a chrysanthemum.