The bedroom is empty.
The dark autumn cloud shadows cast in. The waiter didn't dare to ask him to eat. Ye Xiu sat here. From dawn to dusk, he was as quiet as a drop of water in the midst of gloomy changes. As dusk approached, he walked up to Xiao Tao, his right hand floating in the air, as if he was combing someone's hair with his hand.
He sat on Yu Wenzhou's bed all night. No criticism or correction.
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Before Ye Xiu could even button up his clothes, he couldn't hold back. He pulled Yu Wenzhou into his arms with one hand and sat on his couch. With one hand, he clasped his waist and ran down his smooth and greasy skin. With the other, he rubbed the rice-like spots on his chest. While kissing his face, he said vaguely: "Storytellers say you are a vixen. It's really clear to all observers. You have such a sharp mouth and curse without using any curse words, should you slap me?"