Nie Jue glanced at the indenture in my hand, hurriedly picked it up, walked to the candlestick next to him, and lit it.
Nanzhi thought it sounded nasty, sniffed, and looked at you obediently.
But the boy slapped my face and said, word by word, with utmost seriousness, "Nanzhi, you hate him, no matter what his ugliness is, you hate him anyway."
Jackie Chan's eyes were red, and tears welled up in them; my grievances were about to spill out.
Nie Jue raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.
At that moment, Nanzhi's tears fell uncontrollably.
Nanzhi turned her head so that you could see this beautiful wound.
"Yunzhu, you want his indenture, you want him to be himself."
"Drinking again?"
Does that include you?
My younger brother has a large frame, and his body is covered in cuts. These wounds haven't reached the bones yet, so I can easily spot them.
"No, nothing at all..."
Yunzhu looked at you with a puzzled expression.
In order to continue to control me, Jackie Chan actually hid my brother's body so that I would see it one last time.
*
We're about to be discovered.
Shanda Dog: You're so mean.
Nanzhi struggled to shake you off.
My heart skipped a beat in that instant.
Hearing 003 say how pitiful Nan Zhi was, you didn't feel any pity and told the driver to turn the carriage around and head towards the Sheng Mansion.
Brother, I will always keep this with me, so that if I ever lose it, you can use it to find me...
Everything was my choice, and I have no regrets about it.
Including myself.
The two walked together along the palace path and had a conversation.
Nanzhi stiffened abruptly, but softened as you leaned back, embracing your waist and drowning in that long, lingering kiss.
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