Li Bai is not too white

Just when I got to know her, the hairy girl only wants to beat me up!
Prim childhood sweetheart treads on me underfoot!
Childhood friend turned sister suddenly demands I repay the kindness of upbringing?
...
Are all these twists of human nature, or the moral decay?
Surrounded by young girls wielding knives, Shen Mo Dust trembles: 'Author, why do I only meet bad women?'
'What exactly are you not satisfied with, let's switch roles!'
Jealous at having crafted the protagonist's peak of life with his own hands but without a single girl by his side, the author furiously slams the keyboard!
(Spotting the little whips raised by the venerable readers, he picks up the keyboard again)
The alternate titles of this book are 'They Shine Like Stars' and 'They Are Lonely Like Stars'.

You are all bad women! Don't come over!

Knock knock knock, Shen Mochen knocked on the door.


Shen Mochen gently pulled the doorknob and tiptoed into the room.


A faint citrus scent filled the room, ethereal and sweet. Xia Qingrou lay on the bed, her lips slightly parted, fast asleep.


Her sleeping face was still so beautiful, like a delicate painting. But no painter could capture such beauty; she was more exquisite than an oil painting, yet she possessed the transcendent aesthetic of an ink wash painting.


Shen Mochen walked to the bedside, crouched down, and admired Xia Qingrou's sleeping face, a smile unwittingly spreading across his face. But then, his smile stiffened.


The sound of even breathing with warm breaths filled the air. Shen Mochen gently touched Xia Qingrou's head, which was still a bit warm.


"Who is Yin Caiyu to you? What am I to you?"


Chapter 323: Men Only Affect the Speed of My Sword Drawing