Story of the Tall Lad Chapter 78

Liam is the kind of person who works day and night and doesn't dare to slack off for a minute. He hasn't laid down to sleep for countless years. He also had a long dream, in which he dreamed that he was not someone who was experiencing clouds and rain, thunder and lightning. The monk was just a down-and-out scholar from a poor background. When the rice paper got damp, he couldn't bear to throw it away. He unfolded it and let it dry, and then sucked the dry tip of the pen. The remaining ink had a bitter taste, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Yes, he should also have a commoner wife. She would either nag him for throwing away his things carelessly, or she would dislike him for not changing his clothes frequently. The man stood by the door in a shapeless manner, picking up his tea cup and scolding him. Said: "You are so poor and sour."

Liam replied without raising his head: "Isn't that right for a shrew like you who leans on the door frame?"

"Shrew?" The man chuckled, "Why don't you see who I am?"

Liam raised his head in a daze, and the 5lutty young man in white caught his eye. He looked at him with a half-smile, his peach blossom eyes full of unspeakable bewitchment.