The rhododendrons swaying in the wind are like balls of burning fire.
"Spring has come to an end for the azaleas." Hua Manlou was lying on a wicker chair, swinging a folding fan, raising her neck slightly, revealing her smooth chin, and a pair of collarbones that rose and fell with her breathing, looming in the slightly open collar.
"You, Lu Xiaofeng, have fallen out of love despite being surrounded by thousands of flowers. This is really the biggest joke in the world." Hua Manlou picked up Lu Xiaofeng's hand on his waist with a folding fan. . .
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