Song Yongyue first met Xu Jiazhu at a party at home.
The memory of that time is already very blurry. She was about four or five years old at the time, and Xu Jiaxu was two years older than her.
The sweet-scented osmanthus and honey lotus root at Su Yi Guild Hall was the most delicious. She had been staring at the lotus root for a long time, and her mouth was watering.
The brown-black eyes are clear and bright, and they are indeed filled with desire.
When Xu Jiazhu caught a glimpse, she felt that there was a clear and full moon in her eyes.
The adults in the house were busy changing glasses and drinking wine, and no one could take care of the children.
Song Yongyue could naturally call her parents, but the tutoring she received since childhood gave her a heart with seven faces.
The turntable turned quietly in front of her, and her heart was already jumping for joy for these lotus roots covered in sweet syrup.
Unexpectedly, the honey lotus root would just stay in front of her from time to time, so Yong Yue ate it to her heart's content.
Mrs. Xu, who was sitting opposite her, started laughing. Why didn't I remember that Ze Ze, you love to eat radishes? Why are you eating them so much now?
Yong Yue, who still had a hint of crystal honey on her lips, raised her head and looked to the opposite side. The boy lowered his head and bit into the red carved radish without changing his expression. It sounded as if there was a crunching sound in her head.
Intention: a story for self-entertainment.
