"Axian, you will get cold if you wear so little."
In the yard, a man was running away, and an idiot was chasing him with clothes.
Ye Qianzhong held a rare book, but did not read it. He only looked at the two people in the yard, his eyes full of resentment.
"Qian Zhong," when Mo Han rushed in, the clothes in his hands were no longer there. It seemed that he had successfully made Jiuxian put on clothes, "Why do you have to take off your cotton clothes? It will be cold even in the house."
It seems that I can't get rid of that idiot.
"A Yuan, why are you drinking cold water again? That's not allowed."
Hey, why did you drag me in again?
Ps:
①Some chronicles of a chatty person, an iceberg-faced person, a normal person and a me who has no sense of existence.
②The setting is ancient, but the terms are used casually.
③It's all trivial matters.
Conception: