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Nam tức phụ của Đông Bắc Hổ - Sơ Vẫn Giang Hồ
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Complete, First published Jul 14, 2018
Thể loại: hiện đại, ấm áp, hài, 1×1, HE

Ngay từ ánh mắt đầu tiên của Hứa Tư Văn nhìn thấy ông chủ Vũ, là một điển hình của  hán tử Đông Bắc, mặc áo bông lớn với quần bông, lê đôi giày bít mũi, khoác áo bành tô quân đội, lái một chiếc Land Rover tới đón y...

Và nhiều năm sau đó,

"Cô ta vừa nhìn thấy em liền vứt mị nhãn cho em, em còn nói cô ta không có ý tứ với em?" Người nào đó vẻ mặt lên án điên cuồng uống dấm.

Hứa Tư Văn bất đắc dĩ xoa xoa mày: "Cô ta cắt mắt hai mí thất bại, nhìn ai cũng giống như vứt mị nhãn cho người ta mà...."

P/S: Mặc dù có bản full nhưng vẫn bị kèm chương ảnh mị lại đành tự thân vận động vậy.
Chưa có sự cho phép của editor. RP để đọc off.
Nguồn: Kẹo Trà Sữa
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