Rose kiss on a spring night
On that day, I was already lacking in interest at the banquet, and I politely refused the warbler Yanyan who was given by the left and right, and Ji Yanli endured all the way and was on the verge of exploding.
The door of the banquet hall opened, and the woman wore the most conservative knitted dress, and a fragrant wind blew in with the wind and snow, and he vaguely smelled the smell of roses.
Shang Zhi was late, and he didn't twist it at all, and he drank three cups in a row, and the white and red ones were mixed together, crisp and neat. Looking at her fair and beautiful face and the smile that could not touch the surface of her eyes, Ji Yanli lowered her head and smiled.
There were not many things that would be interesting to a person like him who studied philosophy, and she should be honored to be one, because in his mind she was on a par with Plato.
The words and hands of the people who are used to staying in the Fengyue Field are not clean, and she handles it cleanly between pushing the cup and changing the lamp.
So in her smile, he took a sip of wine. The table was full of laughter, laughing at him for being a hero and sad for the beauty pass.
He glanced at her meaningfully, and when their eyes met, he smacked the taste of calculation.