A crescent moon in the sky is like a cat's claw.

The fair-skinned slender fingers pinched the wine glass and shook it gently, and a trace of redness in the milky white wine gradually dispersed.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the crescent moon looking at the sky, and sighed softly: "How can it be so troublesome." ”

"Master." The gentle woman whispered.

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