The Breeze Is Hard to Get Drunk

Sir, what are you afraid of? Sir, why not? When does the moon shine brightly, and when does the wind blow again? Whose life is precious? Whose flowers and wine are clear? The young man lying drunk outside the hotel slowly sat up, looked at everything that happened, and patted the branch stuck to his shirt. Qingrou murmured with sleepy eyes: "You are disturbing me and catching a thief." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.