After a time-long lunch, the two of them walked into the secret room of the study and became serious. On the other side, dry wood could only sit in a small room and think silently and frown.
"How is it?" The man in the purple shirt leaned against the soft couch. There was a pure white warm fur on his waist. There was a maid beside him who beat her legs gently. There were also maids who were looking down at crystal-clear grapes. It was difficult to find fruits like this in this snowy season. They would only appear in the palace. However, it was obvious that the man in the purple shirt was accustomed to such treatment and eating.
"It's nothing wrong. Master, are we just going to restrain her like this?" The white-faced scholar said. The purple-shirted man propped himself up, and the attend
