"I don't know who Xiao always thinks she looks like? " Fang Jialing asked leisurely.
Xiao Zhiyuan didn't answer, he drank in one gulp, stood up and said, " It's almost done, I have to go back to the hospital. Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your hospitality. "
When he walked out of the tea room, Xiao Zhiyuan looked back again.
The tea artisan was still kneeling and sitting in the distance, with his wrist raised slightly, he was flicking the charcoal fire of cherry blossoms, in the light and shadow, with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, he was unexpectedly gentle and beautiful.
☆ , summer wind (4)
When Zijin returned to the hospital, Xiao Zhiyuan was sitting by the window, and the little nurse bent down to insert the needle and infuse him, while admonishing him mercilessly: "... you are s
