Xia Lanzhi Descends to the Camp Gate in Dusk and Snow

We are the gods of the moon, the stars of the moon... Every move we make must be pure and not demonic, straight from the inside to the outside. We... Are the soul of heaven... The soul of earth... The object of the song of man, so we should have the aura of our nobility... Hehehehe~ That's right, but what does it do to me~ Dad! The little one flicked his ponytail and glanced at the adult. The adult picked up the little one sadly and indignantly, then raised his hand and put it on the little one's butt. They all told him to look aristocratic! What is that ponytail of yours doing? ! Dad! Are you feeling aristocratic now, Dad? !