author:Yang Xiaorong
state:serializing
brief introduction:
Right after she woke up, Ou Yang Rong tried to strike up a conversation with her. The girl didn't say a word, only flashing a pair of eyes like autumn water flowing through streams between the space between her knees and slender arms.,When he was a child, as long as you gave him a slightly straight stick, there wouldn't be a flower or grass taller than his waist within ten miles of home; stray dogs would get two whacks. If you tied a string to it, not even a tadpole in the pond would stand a chance.,The rain falling from left to right turned back into rain falling downwards.。