Yue Ji Jiao Jiao, the author of Beautiful Fragrance of Love, is an urban romance novel, which has been completed.
The novel mainly tells a romantic love story, which is shallow and charming, honest and loyal, dare to love and hate, and do not love each other. It has played a brilliant fireworks, but how can it be similar and unforgettable? Xiao Tian is also my favorite man, fickle but single-minded, cute but pitiful. I would like to spend twenty years serving my country, eight thousand miles of rivers and mountains. As long as I have your smile, my life will be bright.
From the first meeting to the first love and then to the deep affection, a lively figure with a whip broke into the life of the belly black emperor and sprouted from then on. From the knot of the first night to the shallow prison, although it is bumpy, there will eventually be his "heaven will not live up to you!" " When feelings are strong, it is inevitable that there will be loss. "When the candle turns, it floats, and the dream has no roots, the branches are empty, and the flowers are cut."
Novel fragments:
Tang hurriedly hugged her, only to feel that she was forced to rush out, and she was anxious to hold her tight. Half-helped and half-hugged, she was carried out, but her eyes were full of tears. I only hated myself for being weak and unable to run out. She ran to save the sworn brother who had been smiling gently and tried her best to protect her.
She hates men around her, too, but she is full of fatigue. She didn't even have the strength and courage to push him away. She can only let him hold her in his arms and give her the warm arms she craves on this cold night. The flames are fierce and have lit up half the night sky. There are people rushing to put out the fire before and after the burning tent.
But I don't know what Zhuang Bilan did in the tent, dragging a pair of heavy shackles. Soldiers come and go to fetch water from the fire, but they add fuel to the fire more and more. The flames filled the crowd and ran to the crowd, but they broke free from Tang's arms and stumbled towards the tent.
With all his strength, he cried and shouted, "Brother Zhuang! Brother Zhuang! I know you are inside, you come out, you come out quickly! " Her face was pale, her messy black hair was dancing in the night wind, and her turned-up clothes were flying all over the sky, like moths to a flame.