Flustered

"Let me go! You're such a pervert! You're so old! You're an old witch!" Wei Shu grabbed Jiang Yu's hand and kept struggling. "You are my muse, my true love, my everything." Jiang Yu pressed on her, pinched her neck, and spoke crazily. Jiang Yu said they got married many years ago. She couldn't believe she was getting married. After all, who would marry an extremely sinister, cunning, crazy artist! But the emotion and tacit understanding in her body told her that they had known each other for a long time. She was afraid of letting down the hidden memory, so she chose to use Jiang Yu's feelings to preserve her current self. "I will finally let go. Thank you for accompanying me all the way." The warm sunlight shone on her body, giving her a layer of gold. When she saw the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figure on the podium, she was in a trance for a moment. "The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou. Hello, my name is Xizhou." She hoped that Xizhou was just a doll made by Baijiu Qing, and she also hoped that she was Baijiu Qing, because she was scared and did not dare to face the real Baijiu Qing. Baijiuqing lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: "When I saw her again, she smiled at me. I felt that she didn't want me to leave. I felt that she wanted me to hug her and be with me forever. Then I softened my heart and committed a taboo, but I don't regret it."