On the verge of widowhood

After the two of them messed around all afternoon, Bai Qing was finally able to accept his inhuman way of appearance.

This non-human is not a man, he looks between a teenager and a young man, he is dressed in lavender, and the lavender shirt is white, so he doesn't say anything, can you ask where he got the lavender trousers?

Bai Qing silently looked at the honest young man on the sofa.

But it's really nice.

Good looking and not human.

It seems to be a creation made according to the description of elves in fairy tale books.

Bai Qing pointed at the half-person-high cactus in the corner: "Is that you?"

Shaking his head.

Roses in a vase on the coffee table.

Shaking his head.

Bai Qing pointed around but couldn't find the right one: "What the hell are you?!"

The young man trembled in fright at his irritable tone, and pointed to a small porcelain basin the size of a palm on the window sill.

Bai Qing followed his hand and looked.

It was a crumpled light green succulent plant the size of a one-dollar coin. When he went to buy flowers, the shopkeeper was about to throw it away, saying that the purple pearl tree couldn't grow for some reason.

Bai Qing felt so compassionate for a moment that he bought it back together with others at a very low price.

This wilting purple pearl? ? ?

This handsome young man who is so blinding? ? ?

This is a thing? ? ?