Beside her, the umbrella-shaped cherry blossom tree was already full of small purple flowers, and the breeze blew, and the whole courtyard was full of fragrance, and wisps of fragrance wafted in, making Mingmo refreshed. On the branches of the cherry tree, I don't know when the purple wind chimes are hung, and the breeze blows, tinkling and playing a crisp music.

The small purple flowers fell with the wind and landed beside her, and her body was like a fairy bathing in the rain of flowers, beautiful and picturesque.

"Sister Yurou, I'm back!"

Looking at Ji Yurou, Ming Mo was stupid for a while, and the soft words blurted out, making Ji Yurou's delicate body on the other side tremble, and then looked in the direction of Ming Mo, after seeing Ming Mo's stupid appearance, he was stunned at first, then smiled softly, put down the book in his hand, stood up, and the lotus foot was light, and he had jumped to Ming Mo's side, and then threw himself into Ming Mo's arms, with a happy face, and said: "Xiao Mo, you are here!"

The voice is soft and gentle, like a clear spring in the desert, and a delicate spring rain that moistens people's hearts. Although Ji Yurou had already met Mingmo half a month ago, every time she saw him, she had a feeling of first sight, and that beautiful feeling made her extremely nostalgic. After life and death, Ji Yurou was more gentle with Mingmo and cherished the time with him even more.

Gently, Mingmo picked up her delicate face as if she was caring for a treasure, looked at the tenderness and attachment in her eyes, and kissed the delicate cherry lips.

Ji Yurou was slightly stunned, and then responded eagerly, she loved him, so she would not refuse him, let him enjoy his love, his own beauty, and his own tenderness. The fragrant lips are fragrant and soft, refreshing, there is no beauty fragrant tongue, smooth and soft, and the ink is unprecedentedly gentle, kissing her gently.

Finally, the two separated, but when the two separated, a crystal silk thread connected the corners of the mouths of the two, as if the love silk of the two of them tightly connected him and her, and they could never be separated in this life.

Sniffing the long hair with a faint fragrance, Mingmo hugged her, as if he had the whole world.

She takes care and cares for him like a sister to a younger brother, obeys his heart, and everything about him is like a lover silently guarding his side and loving him.

For Mingmo, Ji Yurou is both his relative and his lover, but for Ji Yurou, it is not.

Every time I see her, no matter how sad and irritable Minmo is, she can always calm down under her warm laughter and forget all her troubles.

The first time I came here, I came to this city, it was she who gave her family-like care, and let her cold heart go a little warm.

She is her mentor, her sister, and her lover, she never asks about her own affairs, but only uses her water-like gentleness to tolerate him, tolerate everything about him, she is pure like the clearest spring water, gentle like the cold winter sun, giving people infinite hope and comfort.

Ming Mo knew that even if he was the enemy of the whole world, even if he slaughtered the sky, he would stand behind him silently and support himself.

"Xiaomo, come, sit down, let my sister take a good look at you!"

Ji Yurou gently broke away from Mingmo's embrace, stretched out her hand to pull Mingmo, walked under the cherry tree, let Mingmo sit down, poured a cup of tea for Mingmo, held the white jade chin with both hands, and looked at Mingmo with unblinking eyes.

"Hehe, Sister Yurou, do you find that I'm getting more and more handsome?"

Seeing Ji Yurou looking at herself with a tender face, Ming Mo said with some narcissism.