Wu Jing House, Tea Room.

Chen Qi's expression was calm, enjoying the sound of the wind passing through the treetops, and the beating of the bamboo outside the house reminded people of the passage of time minute by minute.

Wu Jing by the noble sleeves of the hand, the pre-prepared Fuji Spring, like a wife at home to brew tea for Chen Qi, the snow-white and immaculate witch dress, like a winter elf, makes people forget the vulgar at first sight.

The water opens the crab eye, the hanging pot is high, and the hot mist escapes, edifying the warmth and tasting the tea

Chapter 16 of "The Fantasy Archetype of the Moon": The Reason is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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