Sanssouci was stunned for a long time, and it was not until everyone got on the boat that Liu gently called on it that he came back to his senses.

Hurriedly got on the boat, the boat floated up and went to Qingxuanzong, the wind blew in his face, Wuwuzi felt that his eyes were sour, he lowered his head, raised his hand and wiped the tears secreted from the corners of his eyes.

Finally waited for the day when Tu Tu confessed him.

The eyes seemed to be disobedient, the tears flowed desperately, and the carefree man wiped the tears behind everyone's back, thinking that he was doing something very hidden.

Qinghong looked at him not far away, and sighed almost inaudibly

They were too taboo back then, and they begin to regret it today.

Bai Tu didn't expect that his word "thank you" made Sanssouci cry for most of the day, but it was still Honeysuckle who told her that Sanssouci was wrong.

She was about to walk over to ask for clarification, when Qinghong put her hand on her shoulder and shook her head at her.

"Let him go, he doesn't want you to see him embarrassed."

Bai Tu was puzzled: "What's wrong with him?" ”

Qinghong didn't expect that she couldn't think it through, and she didn't say it directly when she raised her eyebrows, and said jokingly: "The sentimental and proud young man back then has become even more sentimental after becoming a little old man." ”

Bai Tu: "Huh? "What do you say?

Leaving behind a vague sentence and a meaningful smile, Qinghong flicked her sleeves and left, leaving nothing blank in the wind and dazed.

"What the hell?"

Looking back at Sanssouci who was still hiding in the corner, Bai Tu felt that what Qinghong said was right, and went back to the room to find honeysuckle.

As soon as she walked to the door, she saw Honeysuckle standing next to the bed, and she stopped to see what Honeysuckle was going to do.

Then, he did nothing, just a pose for half an hour.

Bai Tu lifted his feet slightly, trying to hug him from behind.

He suddenly moved, bent down and patted the bedboard.

hugged an empty white paint: "...... What are you doing? Sanssouci was stunned for a long time, and it was not until everyone got on the boat, and Liu gently called on it that he came back to his senses.

Hurriedly got on the boat, the boat floated up and went to Qingxuanzong, the wind blew in his face, Wuwuzi felt that his eyes were sour, he lowered his head, raised his hand and wiped the tears secreted from the corners of his eyes.

Finally waited for the day when Tu Tu confessed him.

The eyes seemed to be disobedient, the tears flowed desperately, and the carefree man wiped the tears behind everyone's back, thinking that he was doing something very hidden.

Qinghong looked at him not far away, and sighed almost inaudibly

They were too taboo back then, and they begin to regret it today.

Bai Tu didn't expect that his word "thank you" made Sanssouci cry for most of the day, but it was still Honeysuckle who told her that Sanssouci was wrong.

She was about to walk over to ask for clarification, when Qinghong put her hand on her shoulder and shook her head at her.

"Let him go, he doesn't want you to see him embarrassed."

Bai Tu was puzzled: "What's wrong with him?" ”

Qinghong didn't expect that she couldn't think it through, and she didn't say it directly when she raised her eyebrows, and said jokingly: "The sentimental and proud young man back then has become even more sentimental after becoming a little old man." ”

Bai Tu: "Huh? "What do you say?

Leaving behind a vague sentence and a meaningful smile, Qinghong flicked her sleeves and left, leaving nothing blank in the wind and dazed.

"What the hell?"

Looking back at Sanssouci who was still hiding in the corner, Bai Tu felt that what Qinghong said was right, and went back to the room to find honeysuckle.

As soon as she walked to the door, she saw Honeysuckle standing next to the bed, and she stopped to see what Honeysuckle was going to do.

Then, he did nothing, just a pose for half an hour.

Bai Tu lifted his feet slightly, trying to hug him from behind.

He suddenly moved, bent down and patted the bedboard.

hugged an empty white paint: "...... What are you doing? ”