Fantasy
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
Lu Mingfei knows who Chen Wenwen is texting with ...... he was a moment of enlightenment, super fresh, so fucking having a girlfriend has such great benefits! Even if you don't sit together for dinner you can still text and chat, and in the rowdy crowd, two people can take their time to talk ...... Do you want to go out for the weekend ...... How about that beef noodle store yesterday... ...recently read a good cartoon ...... we planted last year in the botanical garden flower strip ...... so "do" to "Du" to go.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
What the hell brotherhood? But Liu Miao Miao is not bad to Lu Mingfei, willing to pay attention to him, once Lu Mingfei is bored with Liu Miao Miao asked how to practice piano, Liu Miao Miao said very hard, to practice finger strength from childhood. Then Liu Miao Miao played a few bars on the window glass with one hand powerfully, the glass was slightly shaken by her knocking. Lu Mingfei couldn't get that effect. Lu Mingfei remembered the beautiful shadows left by Liu Miao Miao's long and slender hands on the glass and stopped calling her a "little girl" from then on.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
According to the secret "History of Shilan School - The Divine Man", Lu Mingfei, who had spent six years in high school, was embarrassed and weak, and useless. According to his cousin Lu Mingze's information, the good man's life is sad, his parents left him alone and ran abroad for seven or eight years without showing his face. He was fostered in his uncle's house, very able to eat, purely a food ...... in the strong people gathered in Shilan High School, this kind of person is the weeds growing on the roadside, everyone intentionally or unintentionally step on him.''
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
"Urgent mission, rating "SS", retrieve important information by 19:00 today. Detailed mission description Norma has sent an email to you." Schneider paused and lowered his voice, "Restrain ...... don't make the scene too big, try to avoid casualties, don't be like those crazy people in the equipment department ......," the microphone came faintly the sound of explosions, Schneider's voice burst with anger, "They are tearing down the campus!"
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
The electronic whistle crossed the court, Chu Zhang moved, burst in with the ball, hurricane-like jump, dunk! His figure was blurred by the high-speed movement, and the sound of the ball hitting the floor was as dense as an automatic weapon in a series of shots.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
"Don't croak if you don't understand!" Manstein snarled, "A three-stage earthquake can't even collapse a dangerous house!" "I don't know, I've never heard of such a word spirit." Schneider said, "What kind of speech spirit can destroy an aluminum hall that holds thousands of people waiting for trains? This kind of intensity is almost comparable to 'Rhine'."
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
The New Beast
A Bath Defiled. There is truly nothing worse than The Devil masturbating in your bathtub. The time I spend in the bath is very important to me. I keep a lattice of floral-scented baths and body washes in my bathroom for the sole purpose of relaxing in them during a steaming bath. The sacred baths serve a practical purpose- they are hygienic, but they are also a way for me to discharge spiritually and die to the lawlessness in the world. This is a timeless way to restore harmony to your life and the best form of self-care I can imagine.
By Onna D'Anno4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
This sudden text message was just like the time when Chen Wenwen invited him to join the literary club, serendipitous, casual, and joyful. It was also a summer day, with cicadas chirping playfully, the sunlight outside the house burning, and the shadows of the eaves falling on the ground like knives, he was leaning on the windowsill, bored, and Chen Wenwen was wearing a blue and white cloth skirt and sandals with a light heel, walking lightly like she was slightly tiptoeing through the night to pass in front of him.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
