Nanchu looked up and saw branches full of sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window. But the young man was nowhere to be seen, and his clothes were full of tears.
Jie Xuan, can you call me Senior Brother?
Jiang Xing and Nan Chu lived together for decades, never seeing each other when they looked up. Every New Year's Eve, the women in the boudoir always ask him to deliver letters to their senior brothers. It's a pity that Nanchu didn't even look at it. He said, "I didn't mean it, so why should I offend you?"
Jiang Xing: "Fairy, let go of that man! He is mine!"
Goblin: "Oh? He is the husband I have been looking for for a long time. What does it have to do with you?"
Jiang Xing: "This person has been sleeping with me for ten years. What do you think it has to do with me? I advise you to stop now, otherwise don't blame the sword for having no eyes."
Goblin: "Haha, it's really funny. I won't believe it until you call him and see if he responds."
Jiang Xing: "What's this, madam!!"
Nanchu: "... Aha."
Intention: When I love you, you love me too