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Gan Luo picked up Platycodon and was about to run away. Unexpectedly, she was pulled into someone's arms by her collar. She turned and glared at him: "You pretended to be unconscious and I didn't even expose you. What's wrong with me giving you a pot of Platycodon?" Zhang Xiao took care of her height and leaned down slightly, "You still have the nerve to mention my coma? You don't know what you did at that time?" "I... I didn't do anything at the time." Gan Luo'ergen was red and gritted her teeth to hold on, but her confidence was faintly revealed. How did she know that this person would fight over everything until the end of the year to settle the score? "What do you mean, what you said then doesn't count?" Zhang Xiao refused to let her go. She raised her eyes and looked at the face in front of her that was causing harm to the country and the people. Her face was red and she was holding her neck: "Count." Zhang Xiao's lips curled up slightly, he was very satisfied, and grabbed Gan Luo, "I can give it to you, but girl, if you die... How should I deal with you?" "How can I raise myself to death?" Gan Luo shook his head obediently and said firmly: "It must be better than yours!" Zhang Xiao looked at the stars in her eyes and pinched her cheek, "That's good. After all, Platycodon, I will only give it to one person in my life." Platycodon flower language--Unchangeable love [Type of this article] Fresh, sweet (can be said to be very sweet), detective and suspenseful (the kind of falling in love while investigating a case, the case will be resolved to the end, the heroine Gan Luo herself is the main clue) [Book Club Number] 884518834

"Southern Girl" The southern wind hides Blowing up the green waves · There is a girl beside the field road She has the color of fields and the eyes of autumn water Leaves fall on the shoulders, sweeping melancholy between the brows She has a winter secret Hidden by late autumn · The wind from the south is very long The string of the kite is pulled into the distance Pulling on longing, confusing confusion Opened the door curtain and rang the bell (La la la...) · Southern girl But I still remember the North that year thick white snow Buried hometown under winter wheat

This book is also called: "The Butcher" "There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, not being able to get what you want, and the five negative emotions are strong. But there is no suffering, no misfortune. Who can come to save me from the misery... Ephea, I can't ask for it" [Give me a few words for reference: martial arts\u002F Romance\u002F Oriental fantasy\u002F There is cp\u002F A bit sadistic\u002F The writing style does not belong to the gentle category]