Looking Through the Mirror

The young man was lying on the tree with his arms pillowed on his head. Hearing the sound of the wind, he drew the knife across. The peach blossom on the tip of the blade swayed and almost fell to the ground.

——Hey, Zhang Mao.

He made a sound suddenly, and then used Luoying as a hidden weapon that he usually used, flipped his wrist, and threw it precisely into the wine cup in the man's hand.

The petals fall gently, just like the breeze in March, wrinkling a pool of spring water.

The young man in blue frowned slightly, cursing that he was bored, the young man turned down the tree and walked towards him, the scarlet robe drew an arc in the air, like durian flowers blooming on the branches, beautiful and flamboyant.He casually raised his hand to catch Pian Pian's butterfly, tilted his ears as if he was listening to something, then lowered his voice and said: "Go and tell him that his reckless behavior really blinds his elegant skin."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and cast a slightly provocative look, but unexpectedly that person was watching his heart, unmoved.The young man chuckled, picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip, before waiting for the other party's reaction, he moved forward to press his lips, and opened his teeth to take a sip.

——how, isn’t it much better than your bland cup before?

The author has something to say:

It's delicious but dumplings are fun but my brother-in-law.

The cult goes live.

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