Ling Ling stopped talking. She slowly took off her cloak, and Dadong and others stared at Ling Ling with bated breath.
The cloak fell, and a peerless beauty appeared in front of Dadong and others. Her skin was as white as gelatin, a slightly weird purple skirt, her long lavender hair hanging down to her waist like a waterfall, her purple eyes cold and indifferent. Xiaoyu, Arthur, and Dadong were lying on the grass looking bored at the white clouds floating in the sky.
"Hey, tell me, is there any way to make Ling take off his cloak?" Dadong spat out a piece of grass in his mouth and turned to ask Xiaoyu who was lying next to him.
"Let Ling take off his cloak? Do you think it's possible?" Xiao Yu smiled bitterly. ... Am I really wrong?
I have always thought that I would not trust someone so easily...
I have been looking for the sky that truly belongs to me on the edge of life. In the past, just for that one word... I gave up the whole paradise but found that I had fallen into hell... Maybe everything should not have started at all... This is just a misplaced choice... But behind the misplacement... The hot weather always makes people breathless. I always think that I can handle everything rationally when I grow up.
I can face everything with strength... Maybe... I'm really wrong...