Secret Paradise

In order to refuse the rain, the author raised his head and covered his eyes, but it wetted the flowers in his heart: I'm sorry... Shui Yi held his chin with one hand and said thoughtfully: Seeing the results of this book, it's hard for me to imagine how long this book can last. Now it is using love to generate electricity. Maybe the author is really practicing? After hearing this, Shui Er immediately retorted: No, no, no, no, I feel that the author is letting himself go, running freely and happily. Shui San raised a question: Maybe the author is not a serious person. Sui Yi Gay reached Shui San's point and smiled: So you just want to say that the author is treating this book as a diary, right? Shui San seemed to be sighing: However - not really. I'm just saying that the author's ideas are so clear and unique that he is a genius for writing books that you may not encounter in a hundred years. Shui Yi is gay again and reaches Shui San's point: Indeed, the author's thinking in writing the book is not very serious. Shui Er sighed after hearing this: It's a pity, it would be better if it was an LSP~ Shui Yi seconded: Indeed. Shui San seconded the motion: Agree. The author is a little shy, but this is just an illusion. It can be seen from the action of rubbing his fingers. Sure enough, he shamelessly said humble words: So this time the ticket... Shui Yi decisively: Next time, definitely! Shui Er seconded: Not necessarily next time! Shui San seconded: Not necessarily next time!

I've only seen a few pictures, and I feel like Mu Susu... 😉️ And Mu Susu is always awesome 🤓

The author's writing is very good. I'll take a seat here first.

I almost thought it was cut😰😰

I didn't expect that your book could still be signed? ! But this also proves my vision I chased the investment and rewarded it. Although it was very small, mosquito legs are also meat. You must not be a eunuch.

At the age of nineteen, he is an amateur poet who relies on literature and is good at water. I really like the ink written by your pen. Inexplicably, it fits my stream of consciousness.