Chu Xu picked up the plum branches, his eyes and eyebrows were charming, and he spoke like this, "Everyone likes the peach blossom wine. I wonder if these crimson plums can be used in the wine?"
The man replied: "If you like it, I will find all the winemakers in the world to brew the only wine in the world for you."
Before the plum blossom wine was brewed, the man fell asleep in the river forever.
Before he could see the man's voice and smile, his hands and feet were tied.
"Master is worthy of being the most beautiful person in the immortal world," the disciple he brought up by himself smiled evilly, holding him captive by his side, not leaving him even an inch away.
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The drizzle slid over the corners of the eaves and fell into Chu Xu's palm. Xiao Zhi put a crane cloak on him, rested his head on his shoulder, and licked his earlobes.
Chu Xu ignored him and kept his eyes calm. He saw the gurgling water under the Twenty-Four Bridge in the distance and the lone white wild bird on the shore.
Someone once said that he is like the bright moon in the sky and the miserable snow on the pavilion. It must be his love in this world.
Intention: The Illuminati gives people hope, and so does love