flamboyant

Kapitel 312

I have a lot of principles.

Ah! -- Ah! -- I wish I were a man. If I were a man, I would marry Sikong Chun and then go home to be a gigolo.

...

I walked around the Imperial Garden and onto this endless corridor: What should I do? Taking care of children is not my hobby, I have no interest in reading, I don't have QQ to chat, I have no opponents to play football with, and I don't have the courage to look at men.

Sigh! Does dying once mean life has lost its joy? Hey! Hey!

"Lord Su, the Prime Minister has approved the funds for the Ministry of Works. What is the proper time for me to depart?"

"The sooner the better."

...

I was startled: the voice was so familiar, so familiar that it immediately brought to mind a stunningly beautiful face...

"This humble official takes his leave."

"Go, get ready to go."

"Yes, Lord Su."

The person walked along the corridor, and I strained my eyes to watch the corner—

I bet it's definitely that androgynous handsome guy.

He entered gracefully, and the moment he entered, his handsome appearance made the flowers wither.

He has become even more beautiful, his youthful naiveté gone, as if he has cultivated himself into an immortal—refined and otherworldly, like a wisp of smoke and mist.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel happy: Yao Yao, this is my Yao Yao. He's lived up to my expectations, he's even more charming now.

I stand here, appreciating the scenery he left behind.

He walked with his head down, his court robes swaying quietly with his movements.

He walked past me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was such a large beneficial insect.

Without realizing it, I reached out and wrapped my arm around half of her waist: "Yao Yao."

He froze instantly.

I said sadly, "Yao Yao won't burn paper money for me, so I have no money to spend and have no choice but to come and see you."

Yao Yao turned around blankly, staring at me speechlessly for a long time.

"What's up, buddy? You really want to come with me?"

"Yi--Zi--Zi Yi--You are Zi Yi!" Yao Yao hugged me excitedly, so tightly that I couldn't breathe: "Yi, you are still alive, you are really still alive."

"Let go!" I kicked him, but he didn't react.

"They're really still alive, really, it's actually true."

If you don't let go, it will become fake.

"Ease, ease, ease, ease."

Boss, let go! If I had known it would cost me my life, I wouldn't have called you.

"Yi, Yi."

He tightened his grip, and I gasped for breath, my tongue lolling out: "You demon... let go... I'm going to die!"

Upon hearing this, the transvestite finally had a change of heart and quickly released me, asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"It's dead, it's dead."

"Don't say 'death'." The transvestite's face was filled with deep fear, and I scratched my head at him sheepishly.

He waved my hand away: "Girls shouldn't scratch their heads so casually."

"You look just like my brother."

The transgender person lowered their head, tears glistening in the corners of their eyes.

"Yao Yao".

“Yes,” he replied quickly, grinning happily.

"Yao Yao".

"kindness."

"Yao Yao".

"kindness."

"Demon—Demon!"

"kindness!"

"How old are you."

"Twenty-seven." The transvestite looked completely bewildered.

"Are you married?"