Li Ying turned her head and obediently slipped into his arms, her jade arms weakly hugging the man's narrow waist to keep warm.

The sparse light cast two shadows on the ground, and finally gradually overlapped, leaving only the shadow of a man with a wide slate.

The lights by the lake are quiet, faint, and the pavilion is hung with a string of bells.

When the wind rises, the bells will 'bell' and then make a crisp sound.

Li Ying pressed his face against his hard chest, and his nose was sour: "Mr. is done."

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