Shang Zhitao looked into Luan Nian’s eyes. In the past, she feared looking into his eyes the most because she would fall into them. Sometimes when they were entangled in a dim room, those eyes would look at her just before he kissed her. “Let me be straightforward, Luan Nian.
mMany mentions of violence and sh, terribly sorry about that. Im a minor (female). my dad is someone i greatly admired in my early childhood, and I still feel that way. I now realize many situations in which he was a terrible father.y dad kinda sucks and i just remembered
Blazer-skirt sets, long dresses embroidered with lovely patterns and cherished accessories passed down from an elder beauty. Now, my closet is packed with so many kitschy-cute outfits from all over Tennessee and, I'm filled with joy seeing myself