I'm a tanuki.
I asked Yang Yu: What kind of concubine do you want to marry?
Yang Yu: If you like someone, the goddess will marry you; if you don't, even the emperor will marry you.
Me: After all, I still want to marry a Celestial Clan person.
He glanced at me: There are exceptions.
I was cautious: What if you marry me?
He sighed: If it were you, I would just be with you every day.
The corners of my eyes curled up: Are you good?
Yang Yu: Very well-behaved. You can be more well-behaved in the future.
I asked Ao Li: Can't we forget it?
Ao Li sighed: Do you think I haven't tried it? You can fade, you can wither, you can do anything, but as long as I look at you, all kinds of tenderness will come to my heart. You are the blood that flows in my bones. My body and mind, my desires, and my life are all given to you. When I meet you, I miss you forever.
It is the tenderness of ten miles of spring breeze, and the love that cannot be stopped. When the fate of the ancient god Qingtian strikes, how much courage does it take to let go of each other's hands?