In the spring of March, the orioles are singing and the swallows are turning, on the Qingxi Bridge. Qin Yifang secretly promised Jiang that this night would be her whole life with just one look.
"Xiao Lang" Qin Yi's eyes were filled with tears. After several glasses of wine, Qin Yi was already unconscious and gibbering.
At this time, Jiang Zixiao's eyelids twitched, and he immediately put down his pen and walked towards the inner house. As soon as he stepped into Lan Yue Pavilion, a pair of hands hugged him from behind. "Are you still angry? I thought Xiaolang didn't miss me," Qin Yi muttered, rubbing his little face against his back again and again.
"Think, think hard" Jiang held Qin Yi in his arms this night.
The candlelight is shining brightly, and the room is charming.
Concept: A love story that is plain and simple, treats each other as guests, and raises eyebrows together