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The ancient god Ji Hong opened a flower shop in the human world in order to find someone. "Do you know why the flowers in the florist's shop never wither?" "How would I know." "Because, once the flower withers, the love between the couple will also be gone." "What about your lover?" "I'm looking for him." "Can it really be found?" "I don't know. If one thousand years doesn't work, then two thousand years. I will keep waiting." (This article is divided into short stories, narrated one by one, one to one, the male and female protagonists are both physically and mentally clean. If you have a story you like, you can comment and I may consider it.) (???-)_

The protagonist of this novel is a maritime exploration scientist. He received a message during his vacation that he was going to the Pacific Ocean to explore a mysterious tornado on February 20. On the way there, many strange things happened, and finally arrived at the destination. After arriving at the destination, the scientists began to explore, but... A sudden attack occurred for a long time, and almost all the people on the warship were killed. Kerry and Eli finally drifted to an island, but when they came back, they saw that the island was extremely human-shaped, which deepened their fear. They began to survive on the island, worked hard to survive, and finally stayed away from the island and returned to the UK.

[This article is one-on-one, sweet, the male and female protagonists are both physically and mentally clean] An author who was about to fill in the gaps just finished writing the characters, and his hand shook Wear it? Ahhhhh! A man who is better than the hero: "Who are you?" "I am a little lucky star sent from heaven." Said a certain author who did not want Bilian. Let's make peace with what comes, so Jiang Miao started cheating. But who can tell her why this man keeps following her?

"Brother, I can't do this question!" Mo Xiaochou was a little irritated. "Let me tell you about it!" Wang Xiaoyou pointed at the question on the paper and stood next to Mo Xiaochou. My brother's hands are so beautiful. It would be great if they only belonged to me, Mo Xiaochou thought about forgetting Xiaoyou's hands. (This is the first volume, childhood sweethearts.) There are tears in the wind, and I have no chance to spend tea. (Note: This article is sweet, and the male and female protagonists are both physically and mentally clean.)