Ms. Afra, the gravekeeper in Changping District, came home from the night shift and picked up a man on the side of the road.
White shirt, suit, scarred.
With broad shoulders and a thin waist, big breasts and perky butt, he is extraordinarily handsome.
The traffic around the cemetery is inconvenient and it is too far from the urban hospital. Afra, who has a beautiful face, was so obsessed that she picked up the man in the suit and took him home.
The next day, Afra yawned and opened the door to see a man in a suit with a bandage on his arm and an apron making breakfast for her.
The thin and strong waist was covered with scars, band-aids, bruises, and marks from her pinches mixed together.
Afra crossed her arms and chased people away: "You haven't left yet?"
He said: "Miss Afra, we have been in the same bed."
She asked casually, "How much does it cost?"
" He was extremely solemn: "According to my family's family motto, I must marry you."
Afra: "...Huh?"
One day later, Miss Afra touched his abdominal muscles and lamented that her job of guarding the tomb was too bizarre, how could she casually pick up a pure and unpretentious male vixen.
He was having a fever, so he held her hand and wrapped it around her: "Honey, I want to kiss you."
But he is very virtuous in washing and cooking.All Rights Reserved