In Qingqi's hand, she held the letter that Jiudai had just sent. The heat that was exclusive to Jiudai was lightly attached to the paper, and the elegant Italian words were neatly arranged.
Go to Japan...
Closing the letter, Qing Qi lazily nestled into the sofa by the window, threw the letter aside, took the dessert on the table, and ate afternoon tea without paying attention...
Fanfiction, just watch the fun, don't take it seriously.
Very pretty\(//∇//)\