Zhang Zhiyi took the wine glass that the prince had wiped clean, filled himself a glass, and drank it in one gulp. "My lord, there are money, ranks, and honors between people. What about feelings?"
The prince folded his hands and sat lazily beside him, watching the scene quietly. The young girl in front of her has a face full of dissatisfaction. She has a small silhouette and is so close that she can be held in her arms with just an outstretched arm.
Incompetent copywriter: The whole story is about a good person, a brainless sweetheart, adult life is not easy, so write some fairy tales to comfort yourself.
Concept: sweet pet