Wenwan Traditional Chinese Medicine vs Wing Chun Boxer
"Damn it, this stinky man is so shameless, he keeps staring at people!" Jiang Sinian said viciously in his heart, but his face was gentle and calm.
Warm breath came continuously from his body, with a hint of alcohol but not annoying, slowly calming her panic. Her hands tightly grasped the white shirt behind the man, thinking: Fortunately, you are there.
Seeing the two people talking and laughing, Jiang Siannian's nose felt sore, and a slight mist overflowed from his eyes. He grabbed the shoulder bag in his hand and turned around to leave.
Jingzhou stood condescendingly on the small balcony on the third floor. He tightened the wine glass with his knuckled hands, and then drank the red liquid in one gulp. His eyes moved to the eggshell chair on the opposite balcony. His eyes were dim. Downstairs, a girl was hugging and saying goodbye to a man as gentle as jade.
Jingzhou grabbed Jiang Sinian's arm, pulled her back, and looked at her red eyes seriously. His deep voice revealed a firmness that could not be refuted, "Who said you are a mistress? I don't have any other half, girlfriend or boyfriend. The only thing I miss is you."
"Ah! It fell!" Jiang Sinian was a little panicked and reached out to catch the thrown thing.
Following the fallen items, he turned around and saw that he was caught by a man two steps behind him.
"Love is the superstition that the right time, right place and right people"
Isn't it said that "the one who is near the water and the tower first gets the moon"?
I'm not attracted to anyone but you.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted in my yard seemed to have planted the seed of love in my heart. Now, it has taken root and sprouted.
Purpose: Inheriting traditional Chinese culture is everyone's responsibility