When Gu Qiancheng got up in the morning, the wine was awake, but his cheeks were still red, not as red as apples, but as red as frostbite and ugly.
"Would you dislike me if you were so ugly?" Gu Qiancheng looked at himself in the bronze mirror...
When Gu Qiancheng got up in the morning, the wine was awake, but his cheeks were still red, not as red as apples, but as red as frostbite and ugly.
"Would you dislike me if you were so ugly?" Gu Qiancheng looked at himself in the bronze mirror...