Yang Xue Gong lay lazily on the top of the cloud steps, dangling his feet with a candied haws in his mouth. Immortal Lord Yuchen knelt devoutly in front of the steps to put on his shoes, his wet dog eyes full of stars: "Brother Ice Cream, you will catch a cold if your ankles are exposed." It is said throughout the world of immortality that the flower of the high mountain was coaxed into a clingy spirit by me, a "waste". They didn't know how crazy Yuchen was when he pinched my waist late at night and practiced swordplay in the eye of the hurricane in Wuwanghai. "Brother's waist is so soft," he gasped and kissed me behind the ear, "sweeter than candied haws." I smiled and hooked his belt: "Aren't you tired from playing the role of Little Fairy Lord?" He suddenly lost control and crushed the glass cup, and there was a dark color in his eyes that I couldn't understand. "Snow cream, stop smiling like that at other people... I'll go crazy.
Purpose: Mutual salvation