If you have survived the most irritating seven-year itch in life and still haven't given up on each other, and still want to hold each other's hand without hesitation, then that should be true love, right?
Suddenly heavy snow fell in the sky, Wu Bai held Xiao Ai's hand, facing the happy snowflakes, and walked towards their happy life.
"Five hundred, do you know how long it took from the time we dated to the time we registered?"
"It's been almost seven years."
"Can the wedding be held on December 5th?" Xiao Ai said.
"Um?"
"That year, you appeared in front of me and told me to follow you to our home. That day was December 5th, December 5th seven years ago."
On the last day of the seven-year itch, she wanted to be his bride!
On the last night of the seven-year itch, she wanted to enter his bridal chamber!
The seven-year itch is not terrible, as long as they hold each other's hands firmly and don't let their feelings fade away over time, as long as they know how to be tolerant to each other, as long as they can slowly get along after problems arise, Xiao
Ai believes that, let alone one seven-year itch, even if it is ten seven-year itch, they can continue to move forward firmly.
"Okay, hubby?"
"Okay, I'll listen to you. On the day of the seven-year itch, we will hold a grand wedding."
"Five hundred, I love you!"
"Fool, call me husband!"
"Husband, I love you!"
"I love you too, wife!"
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(Five Hundred VS Xiao Ai, ends here)
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[Qingqing VS Zunzun] Story Preview Small Theater
The story of Qingqing and Zunzun, I don’t want to write a hasty story in the extra chapter. I hope to write a novel dedicated to the two of them in the future, so I won’t write their story in the extra chapter here. I will give a story trailer first.
When my ideas mature in the future, I will write about the two of them.
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After all the hard work, she squeezed into the dark K, and Qingqing thought that her world would be a fierce and passionate world from then on. However, why did no one tell her that the so-called passionate passion was moved to the bed? She was able to be his personal bodyguard.
Do you have the task of being in bed with you at a moment’s notice?
Want her to take orders? No!
"Gu Zhizun, I want to live a passionate life. Since you can't give it to me, I don't want to leave you here, I have a place to stay!" Leaving a note behind, Yan Qingqing still ran away and walked away.
Zunzun clenched the note in his hand, crumpled it into a ball, and gritted his teeth: "Find me the person from the end of the world!"
But none of them expected that they would find her three years later, on the battlefield between Gu Zhizun and Dongfang Jing.
Vast jungles, roaring artillery fire, and dense bullets.
Gu Zhizun looked at the primitive savage in front of him with red eyes. She was only wearing a leopard skin. Her slender legs were no longer as white, wheat-colored and tight as she remembered. At that moment, Gu Zhizun even wanted to ignore the roar in his ears.
The bullet that passed by pushed the wild girl in front of him to the ground, spread her legs, and rushed in directly to see her cry, see her beg for mercy, and see if she still dared to disappear for three whole years.
But before he could make any more moves, he was suddenly knocked down by the woman, followed by a "Be careful!"
In the midst of the raging battle, the slender arm held his hand and growled: "Run!"