"If you like, I can bring you here often." Beishan sat down against the huge vines of a century-old tree and motioned for Fang Dao to sit over too.
Fang Dao sat over and looked up. The branches and leaves of the old tree were intertwined. The sunlight fell from the gaps between the trees and fell on his face. "Then it's settled."
Beishan slightly raised the corner of his mouth and showed a nice smile. He took out the wine bottle from his waist and drank happily. Fang Dao looked at him, and felt an inexplicable throb in his heart. No way, I am a straight man? ?