She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

It turned out to be two phoenix hairpins, and the extremely long tassels hung down to the arms.

She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

It turned out to be two phoenix hairpins, and the extremely long tassels hung down to the arms.

She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

It turned out to be two phoenix hairpins, and the extremely long tassels hung down to the arms.

She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

It turned out to be two phoenix hairpins, and the extremely long tassels hung down to the arms. Jushuku

She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

It turned out to be two phoenix hairpins, and the extremely long tassels hung down to the arms.

She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

It turned out to be two phoenix hairpins, and the extremely long tassels hung down to the arms.

She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

It turned out to be two phoenix hairpins, and the extremely long tassels hung down to the arms.

She had always smiled timidly or shyly, and she had never smiled like this when she looked up at him like this.

But it was unexpectedly warm and bright.

The crimson lips smiled brightly, the eyes were bright and bright, the lips were red and white, and the slender eyes looked at him, like spring water flowing and meandering.

Qingyang suddenly had a look in his eyes.

She smiled, the autumn waves were tactful, and her heart was so warm that in a moment, she was about to give birth to long grass and fireflies, to grow a murmuring river, white clouds and wild sun.

Jiang Ruofu looked at him and said softly,

"Shizi, although I don't understand why, I will definitely wait for you at the place where I go to the painting boat."

Her voice was soft, like holding a dog's tail grass, tickling her heart to soothe his bottomless gloom and pain.

The boat swayed in the river waves, the candle flame was also bright and extinguished, tilting left and right, Wen Guqi looked at the person in front of him between light and dark.

His gaze was dim, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he said in a dumb voice,

"Okay."

Wen Guqi turned over and jumped from the window, Jiang Ruofu hurriedly ran to the window, and saw Wen Guqi landing on the embankment with her own eyes, she was relieved.

The fat woman outside the door urged,

"Miss Yong, okay, no, it's still a quarter of an hour away from the auspicious time, and if you don't let me go in and comb your hair, this flower god won't be able to keep up with the eleven girls in front of you."

Jiang Ruofu turned around,

"Alright."

"Come in, Auntie."

The fat woman threw her big red handkerchief and pushed the door in, pulled Jiang Ruofu to the dresser and sat down, her hands moved very quickly, but after half a cup of tea, she actually re-braided Jiang Ruofu's hair into another bun, and the cloud bun was pulled up high, revealing a snow-white neck.

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