At the beginning of summer, cicadas always call
"Xia Zhi" "Xia Zhi" "Xia Zhi"
Xia Zhi looked over coldly, with a look on his face as if he had better do something wrong: "What are you doing?"
Xie Lingzhe smiled wildly, his eyebrows were crooked, sweat dripped from his forehead on his neck, and he held the dog's tail grass in his slender fingers: "If I propose to you with a ring made of dog's tail grass, will you agree?"
Xia Zhi was stunned, her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly: "Why are you such an idiot?"
"Just tell me whether you agree?" Xie Lingzhe
"Oh! OK"
Xie Lingzhe smiled: "Okay, then I won't ask for it now."
"..." Sick
Intention: It's too normal to be a good person, and occasionally get upset