One day, Jiang Huai discovered that the roses were blooming. He touched the buds with a strange mood, and the fragrance of roses bathed in dew floated into his nose. Jiang Huai sniffed close.
"You, what are you doing! You can't!"
"How can you touch my king's place!"
"There is [wow——]"
Rose covered her lower body with shame and anger and scolded the instigator. He didn't feel at all that he had been exposed to Jiang Huai's eyes.
"You said, here is..." Jiang Huai continued to poke the bud with his shy long fingers, that is, poke...
"Stop it, my king!"