After he got drunk and realized his dream, it was hard for everyone to understand the attitude of both of them. Even she herself could not understand why this was so.
Situ Hanyu refused to leave this warm chest. She held it tightly, and her eyebrows shed. She looked at the machete man tenderly, and her face was as red as a peach blossom.
She needed more...
The macheteman noticed them and said, "I woke up, Han Yu." He was such an unromantic person.
"Yes," Situ Hanyu reluctantly replied.
It was another bright and sunny spring day. They stepped out of the gate of Everest Inn.
Situ Feiyu looked up at the furry sun rising from the short mountain in the distance and asked, "Brother Jun, shall we go to Luoyang to see the Peony?"
"Peony will be opened in April. I don't want to see Peony now
