"On the Double Ninth Festival, come and see the chrysanthemums." Shen Mingyi's fingers caressed his face from his cheek to his chest and stuck into his clothes, "Will you be drunk with me on the Double Ninth Festival?"
The calloused palm pressed down on the hand that was causing trouble everywhere, the chest vibrated, and a chuckle came: "I do."
(Practice writing, write casually, in an empty space, imitate the Ming Dynasty)