Have Fun in Spring (Zhong Ying)

Ying smiled extremely happily, and his long golden hair fluttered softly in the breeze, or fell on his arms and chest. Morax picked up a handful and played with it carefully between his fingers, then put it to the tip of his nose and gently smelled her fragrance. "I will give you the world you want, Ying, if this is your wish." [There is a small extra story, in afd (Xiangquanying dipped in rouge and cold)] Intention: What bad intentions can the old gentleman have?