Autumn has just arrived, the lingering heat lingers, and the gentle breeze carries warm air.
In the small courtyard, Xi Wu lay lazily on a recliner, wearing a moon-white skirt, with a light blue and silvery background as clear as water. The material was light and translucent, almost hazy in the sunlight; the skirt was embroidered with lily of the valley all over with silver threads, and the fine silver threads flowed along the ribs. When the wind blew, the shadows of the flowers moved slightly with the skirts of the clothes, and the light was shredded, which made her slender figure look elegant and gorgeous.
Wei Zhinu looked a little crazy, but he still didn't forget to ask the topic that was on his mind.
"Suisui, who do you choose?"
Is it the cold and paranoid cousin Wei Yuheng who is devoted to her, or the gentle and detached gentleman Xie Yanxing who has a secret affection for her? Or is it the youthful, carefree and unrestrained young prince Xiao Sui?
She was really curious. No, the bloody Shura scene that she loved most in middle school was actually happening in front of her, and the protagonist was her best friend!
Xi Wu held the fragrant concubine-colored thick fan in his slender hands and looked at it carelessly. His expression was leisurely and calm, and there was no trace of the embarrassment and panic of being involved in emotional entanglements.
Who to choose?
The corners of Xi Wu's mouth were slightly raised, his eyebrows were shining, and his beauty became more and more dazzling.
It wasn't something she needed to think about.
PS: The first chapter is a wedge and can be skipped directly without affecting the reading of the text;
The author's writing style is immature and the novel is written according to his heart. The IQ of the characters in the novel does not exceed the author's IQ;
The male protagonist has not yet been decided, and we will follow the development of the plot.
Intention: Love has no fixed form, fulfillment and possession are all sincere