This is the last day of autumn this year, and the cold winter will soon come.
The body of Gong Jingling was found not long ago. When he was found, he had a smile on his face, such a happy smile.
An Xiaoruo felt guilty about Gong Jingling and decided to take his body back to China for burial.
On the last day of late autumn, An Xiaoruo and the Twelve Nobles built a tomb for him in the Maple Leaf Forest of Shengyu Academy.
An Xiaoruo has no other intention, but hopes that even after his death, he will not be alone in heaven, because there are friends like us and this place where he has lived for nineteen years to accompany you.
The girl stood in front of Gong Jingling's tomb. The howling autumn wind ruffled her hair. The petite body of the girl in autumn clothes looked a little thin. She held a large bouquet of wild chrysanthemums in her hand, and behind her were a group of people.
Twelve extraordinary and handsome young men.
On behalf of the twelve nobles, An Xiaoruo placed this bouquet of wild chrysanthemums in front of Gong Jing Ling's tomb, touched the black and white photo on the tombstone with both hands, and murmured softly: "Ling, we came to see you, you lived in heaven.
Okay?"
For a long time, An Xiaoruo didn't make a sound. Instead, he looked deeply at the photo on the tombstone, his face solemn, a little sad, and a little sad.
"Okay... let's go."
An Xiaoruo did not continue to feel sad, but walked towards the twelve beautiful boys.
"We will always be with you from now on." The twelve beautiful boys seemed to have expected this situation, and they answered in unison again.
With some tears in her eyes, An Xiaoruo scanned the twelve handsome and almost dazzling faces one by one, and nodded heavily with emotion: "Yes."
Such a warm scene really came too suddenly, and the atmosphere was incredible. She had never thought about letting anyone die, nor did she want anyone to leave, because she knew that she would never be without them in her life.
—Young Master of the Twelve Nobles.
"An Zichun——"
Suddenly, a magnetic man's voice came from the maple leaf forest behind. An Xiaoruo looked blankly and saw an elegant young man with fine features and extraordinary handsomeness walking over.
"Who is he-" Suddenly, the twelve teenagers immediately radiated cold light and stared at An Xiaoruo.
"Uh...why...looks so familiar...uh, Zhengong!!" An Xiaoruo suddenly remembered the time when he lost his memory, when he went to the bar to pick up boys, and he was the first one he hooked up with.
"Main Palace!!!" These two words are very obvious! The faces of the twelve beautiful boys turned green.
At this moment, Zhenggong had already walked in front of An Xiaoruo, held An Xiaoruo's little hand, and kissed her, with a sad look in front of her like a little daughter-in-law: "You said you would be responsible for me, but I am your first
man."
"The first man!!" An Xiaoruo had already heard An Xiaoruo's grimace, and immediately took back his hand with a dry smile, and said awkwardly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
"What misunderstanding? Besides me, there are ninety-nine others!!"
"Ah? Where is it?" An Xiaoruo was frightened and looked around quickly.
"Come out...brothers..." Zhenggong's thin lips curled up with a wicked smile, and he waved to the place where he came out just now. Countless beautiful men came over, and it goes without saying that they all had been with An Xiaoruo.
An Xiaoruo was already petrified, and each of their expressions seemed to say that An Xiaoruo was responsible.
"An, Xiao, Ruo——" the twelve beautiful young men roared in unison.
Being awakened by the roars of the twelve noble young men and looking at the ninety-nine beauties rushing towards the harem, An Xiaoruo was frightened and ran away, shouting: "It's none of my business.
What’s wrong!!! I will never pick up boys again!!! I will never mess with beautiful boys again!! Please spare me!!”
"Goose goose..." Don't be kidding me! The first man you pick up is the man you pick up! What does it mean to be the first man woo woo...