When he came out of Liu He's hospital for the third time and watched his tail feather being pulled out again, he felt that Yun Qinglan was really a scourge. To put it simply, he was a scourge among scourges...
Xie Xianshu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "I don't know how much more salt I should have eaten than Xie when I lived to Qing'er's age." Qing Ci said, "Well, actually I am a person who loves life and is a vegetarian. Too much salt is not good." Gu put his hand under the table and his eyebrows twitched involuntarily... "That's natural. It's rare for Qing'er to be so... Caring... For the porcelain cup." The oil-stained hand touched the snow-white brocade twice from bottom to top and then moved it to his shoulder. Then he put it down and patted it with satisfaction. "Brother Xie is so complimentary." Xie Xianshu "..."