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787. A hand-warming bun stove?

"Woooo

He only remembered that he was so hungry when he slept in the City God's Temple last night. He was so hungry that he woke up from his sleep and went outside to pick up food.

But it was snowing outside, and he walked to many places but couldn't find anything to eat.

Finally, when he saw a steamed bun that had fallen on the ground, he rushed towards it without any hesitation and started fighting with his friends from the same temple. He accidentally fell onto the roadside and hit his forehead. He seemed to have fainted.

.

"What happened next? Why did you fall asleep?

Shaking his head, the little man had no memory of what happened next. He only remembered that he was so cold that he didn't know what to do.

later

Then

Then it's warm?

"Well

Small hand-warming steamed bun stove?

The little man looked at his fingers that had once grasped the soft cotton stove, and thought of the woman's body that he had secretly seen in the Goulan Courtyard, with black lines all over her forehead, and she was speechless.

Could it be

Isn’t he such a shameless person?

Puzzled, doubtful, thinking, helpless.

The four emotions are ever-changing on the face of the little man, melting and dyeing into a different color with a blush, which is extremely beautiful, moving and soul-stirring.

"Well

Probably thinking that it was his own fault that got him into trouble, the little man saw a new set of pure white clothes and a pair of cotton boots prepared on the table, and put them on quietly, with a serious face.

Harder than a collapsed slab.

"No matter who you are, what status you have, or what kind of man you have married, as long as you touch me, you must marry me. You must marry me, otherwise, I will kill you! Then commit suicide. No one can live alone.

!”

As if speaking to himself, the little man surrounded a piece of gauze behind the screen to block the obvious traces of love on his neck and collar, and hit the table with his little fist, making a loud sound.

.

Damn it! So abominable!

He escaped through all kinds of hardships just because he didn't want to be a prostitute in a brothel. He would rather be a beggar without food, drink or sleep than go back to such a gorgeous and luxurious place. But now

?

I was actually bought by someone for fifty taels for one night?

So angry![

So angry!

His first love is worth fifty taels?

With his clean and beautiful little appearance like that of a fairy, if he puts it in the hook, he can sell it for five hundred taels, okay?

Who the hell is this woman who harmed him like this? When he finds her, he has to argue with her and get the remaining four hundred and fifty taels back from her!

"Well

The little man, who couldn't bear the trouble, let out an annoyed voice and hit the table again, making the table bang.

Damn, the bad woman who took advantage of him and ran away!

He will definitely find her!

A small belief was firmly formed in the little man's mind. The little man would never have thought that this encounter would make him have an unswerving goal of 'finding her' throughout his life.

And living, searching.

"The shopkeeper, that one

I don’t know my name, I don’t know my last name, I don’t even know what I look like, how can I have the nerve to ask?
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