Dressed in Tsing Yi, holding Buddha beads in his hand, he held wine and sang loudly, singing all the sorrows of his life. The light gauze and silk fabrics enter the mind and become crazy and crazy. Sigh: I only wish that this life will be good. Qing said: I won't ask you anymore... And you don't ask me anymore... What did you add to it... "Are you sure this wine is drinkable?" Put... Your hand... Ah... "Your clothes are going to be pulled off!!" Sister Xiaoli, do you think the cloud candy on the mountain is more delicious than this?