Above the nine heavens, in front of the fairy demon, he held her face with his jade-like fingers, "I don't like fate, because fate requires waiting! I don't like waiting!"
Chang'an felt a little sad and said dullly: "Then what do you like?"
Cang Lan seemed a little hurt: "I like you!"
The hibiscus tent was warm, the red candle was shining brightly, and the white face of the person beneath me was glowing with a strange blush: "Master, I never thought of being like this with you...
On that face that was as gentle as a god's, the red lips parted slightly, and the warm breath whispered in her ear: "But, I have thought about it, be good! Call me Canglan.