Fang Qingchen bit it, and Bai Muli's arm bled instantly.
She didn't push him away, but stroked his head
Fang Qingchen was stunned and opened his mouth. Bai Muli called him softly.
Bai Muli: Can I call you Yan Wen?
Drunk Bai Muli fell on a stone chair wearing a fiery red dress
Fang Qingchen was about to step forward while holding sobering medicine.
Wuhen had already picked up Bai Muli one step ahead of him
Bai Muli leaned in Wuhen's arms and teased him wantonly, while calling another person's name
"Xiaobai, come to my arms quickly"
"Master, why do they always say you have bad conduct?"
"Because they don't know how pretty Xiaobai is."
Concept: Like is a moment of pleasure, love is traveling through thousands of sails, warming wine and making tea together.