Grasping Evil - Chapter 107(1): The Might of the Great Sword; It Was No Longer What It Was

Shen Sui’an penetrated into a book of dog-blooded beauty and became the white moonlight of early death that four scumbags could not seek.
He tore up the script, took his lover into the Imperial Marshal’s Palace, drank tea every day, basked in the sun, rua rua seriously injured the unconscious plant lion, and by the way teased the soldier orphans adopted by the Gu family – a group of plush cubs , the days were pretty cool.
As a result, one day, the plant lion suddenly woke up, returned to human form, and blocked him in the corner.
The man’s face is handsome, his physique is strong, and he has been in the top position for a long time, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
At this moment, his brows and eyes were downcast, revealing a pitiful meaning for no reason, “When I was in a coma, I said that I liked me the most. I finally woke up. Why do you only play with those little cubs?”
Shen Sui’an: “…”
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Overhearing the big lion that turned into a human shape discussing a proposal for marriage, Shen Sui’an was struck by thunder and ran away all night in fright.
A few days later, there was a knock on the door, and the big lion squatted obediently, with a wooden sign hanging around his neck: Homeless, seeking adoption.
Seeing that Shen Suian was unmoved, it lay down silently, its tail hooked on Shen Suian’s hand and pressed against its soft belly.
The wooden sign was turned over, revealing the following line: touch my stomach, be responsible for me.
Shen Sui’an: Hello, the Imperial Police Station? There are lions touching porcelain here!

Playful plush control is attacked by x stuffy big lion

Content tags: Interstellar sweet text cool text cute pet
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Sui’an ┃ Supporting role: Gu Beimo ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: Eating melons and watching dramas, rua lions, cool!
Purpose: to break through the predicament and move towards a better life

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