Two Rabbits Walking Next to Each Other Can Tell Whether I Am Male or Female.

That year, I was your little friend. "Xiling, let's just make do with each other." You glanced at me coldly, pursed your lips and said nothing, but there was more air-conditioning in the air. I continued without fear of death, "Anyway, they are all vulgar fans. Besides, you are so cold, no one dares to marry you." You closed your eyes, made a fist and put it down again. I think you were considering what I said, but then you snorted lightly, turned around and left. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- That year, I knew that I was a daughter. "Xiling, yes, I'm sorry. I don't know how God plays tricks on people. I'm a girl. I'm sorry, I can't get along with you, E'E." You just glanced at me lightly, but still had the aura of "don't let strangers in". You looked at the guilty expression on my face, but you didn't care much. Should I be lucky to see a trace of my hallucination? Happy? The expression on my face turned green and stiff when I said the last sentence. "Little Xingxing, look at Xiling's expression. You are from the royal family, your royal brother and my sister. Why are you so mean? You should have said that this princess is a woman, hahahaha." Ling Yun rambled nonchalantly. I saw an eye knife that resembled an ice blade flying past in the air, but Ling Yun, who kept chattering, shut up. I swung my skirt back and forth and looked at the two most important people in my life in front of me with confusion. They were obviously my imperial brother. Why were their auras so weak? I secretly despised them in my heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------- That year, there were three thousand peach blossoms, and you pressed forward step by step until I had no way to retreat. Behind you was the cluster of bright red peach blossoms. "West, west, Xiling, what are you doing? If you come over again, I will, I will, I will shout, I'm dead." Fuck, why should I stutter. He still had the same paralyzed facial expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. But it forced me step by step to reach the tree trunk. He actually smiled. I looked at him in surprise. In an instant, the bustling city dimmed, and the only thing in the world was his smile that seemed to last forever. Suddenly something cool was pressed against my lips, and something deftly penetrated through my slightly opened lips, disturbing a pool of spring water. After the kiss ended, I still had the same expression, but my face was red and blue, half from shame and half from holding back, but you laughed so lowly that you were intoxicated. He touched my face and left me alone. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- All in all, this is a story about a convulsive female protagonist who is captured by the male protagonist. The introduction is incompetent, just look at the content. . .