Looking Through the Mirror

On the night when he became acting host, Baili Xiaoxiang sat on the roof of the pavilion and drank all night.

The dangerous building is hundreds of feet away, standing on the railing, and the stars in the sky seem to be within reach. The cold moonlight falls softly on his hair and shoulders, and then falls into the glass cup. He shakes it casually, and the bright moon in his palm follows the pan The ripples swaying gently.The breeze blows the gauze curtains hanging all around, and the white jade piano on the table makes a clank.

"Landlord."

Hearing the sound, Baili Xiaoxiang turned around, and the young man who had been guarding for an unknown amount of time was standing under the lamp, his face was hidden behind the flying white veil, so he couldn't see clearly.He laughed for no reason, and greeted: "It's such a beautiful day, deputy landlord, why don't you have a drink together?"

Feng Duyue seemed unwilling to meet his gaze, turned her face slightly to look at the corner, and answered him: "Alcohol will disturb people's will, so it doesn't matter if you don't drink."

His tone was flat, as if he was discussing the moonlight tonight with someone, and Baili Xiaoxiang felt an unexplainable anger suddenly when he heard it, he snorted coldly, put aside his glass and walked towards the other party.

Baili Xiaoxiang was born in a gentle and handsome manner, with a bit of indelible elegance in his gestures - he was originally from a family in the south of the Yangtze River, but because of changes in his family, he came to Miaojiang and entered the Huanzhu Tower. At this time, he was probably a little drunk, his face was flushed, and his steps were a little staggering. Because of his slender stature, it looked like a jade mountain was about to fall. He reached out and clasped the young man's chin and lifted it slightly, and said lazily: "Deputy landlord, You have resentment." Without waiting for the other party to make a sound, he said again: "Are you hating me for taking away the position of landlord that should belong to you?"

Feng Duyue raised her eyes to look at him, "The landlord is worrying too much."

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