Bai Meiji is the first plum blossom spirit to be cultivated and formed in the world. She has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth since she was a child. It wasn't until she met another arrogant fairy one day that she realized that her good temper for so many years was all fake.
"That one is true to his word!"
"You also know that since he formed an immortal relationship with this little ancestor of your family, he has never been idle!"
"Yes, looking at her drunk and sad face, it seems that Chengming usually neglects her."
Bai Meiji still never left the young man in front of her.
Even though he still mocked himself in shabby clothes angrily, "Escape? That's bad luck!"
"Who asked you to take off your clothes all at once, in public..." The voice was as thin as a mosquito or a fly, and gradually fell silent.
"Meizi! I won't change my name when I work, and I won't change my surname when I sit down. Bai Meiji, you can't write it anyway."
When Bai Meiji was still a sapling, she had thought about what kind of fairy she would live with as a couple of gods and immortals in the future, but after tens of thousands of years, she was reduced to eating steamed buns with a cheap boy.
Suddenly, I felt that the steamed buns in my hands no longer smelled good, and they didn't taste good when eaten. The brat next to me regards it as a treasure, and would be really hungry if I didn't eat this mortal body.
The plum blossoms in the jade vase withered little by little, and the fragrance overflowed, but it was all in vain.
Intention: She just felt that her good temper for so many years turned out to be fake.