The first time we met, in Yue Lao's Xuantian Mirror, he was a general commanding thousands of troops in front of the battle, looking down on the world. The wind fluttered his black cloak, and behind him were his thousands of troops, and his eyes were firm. At that moment, I just felt that he was a king, high and high, making people look up to him.
Goodbye, it was in my crape myrtle garden, he was lying drunkenly on my purple myrtle, with his dark hair hanging down, still holding a few purple myrtle petals. Turning his head slightly, he discovered that he had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, reflecting the fluorescence of the purple myrtle petals, confused and soft. At that moment, I just felt like he was a confused child, which was heartbreaking.
The third time I saw him, I mistakenly entered his boundary and he lazily bathed in the hot spring. His peach blossom eyes were filled with moisture, and he smiled slightly, looking pale and pale. I finally couldn't hold it back and kissed him forcefully. From then on, the word love could never be escaped.