I support myself on the clouds and ascend to the blue sky, and raise my sword to question the world.
"Mu Qingyun, I am not a kind person, so I cannot be your good wife." Shen Wanruo turned her back to him, her face was a little red, and her eyes were looking at the bookshelf in panic.
"Oh, Shen Wanruo, you don't think I am a kind person, do you? I am not, we are all the same." Mu Qingyun turned her around with a bit of sarcasm.
He raised his hand and stroked her soft hair, and said viciously in her ear: "That's why we are a perfect match!"
Intention: Cultivating the Tao is also cultivating the mind.