Nghịch Hư
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Ongoing18m
Last published Mon, Dec 31, 2018
Tác giả : Hậu Bối [ Wu hai hou]
" Thuận dòng hoa rơi , lệ nhỏ thành sông.
Thành thị phồn hoa, quay lại mấy tái ngộ . "
Nàng , chàng , dù là kiếp trước hay kiếp sau vẫn và vô tình đến vô tình yêu. Chiêm bao cho thấy , khi hai người có tướng phu thê từ kiếp trước dù là không định ở kiếp này , nhưng giác quan nào đó ngộ ra họ ngỡ đã quen từ lâu. Ái tình thế nào? Kiếp trước có là bi thương, ông trời cũng đã có mắt. Nàng gặp được chàng, yêu thương chàng như đệ đệ sinh tử nhập. Lại có cảm giác thoáng qua nhớ nhung chàng sậu đậm , nhưng cái gở đây là nàng không cho phép bản thân thích chàng . Nỗi niềm này, có hủ mới biết. Chàng mỏng manh, da đẹp nét sắc tiên , lại thêm giả cảnh "tổng tài". Có nói thế nào, thì nàng vẫn là không được. Vậy, kịch sự thế nào? Ương ương dở khóc dở cười mới từ đây...
- Thỉnh lãng khách phiền có ghé, có khen cũng đừng tự tiện vô tình re-up truyện của tiểu nữ đi . Đao kiếm chém giết vô tâm, biết sao được kịch độc còn đó?
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