Muran smiled and followed the appearance of Chu zhaoyue, close to red, took a deep breath, smiled and said: "light sweet smell."

the expression on Chu zhaoyue's face became more strange. She smelled the fragrance of the flowers again, looked suspiciously at the ink that seemed to be still intoxicated in the light sweetness of the flowers and plants, looked again and again, looked again and again, but could not see that ink was intended to amuse her.

in a moment, he felt sorry for his suspicious eyes. Chu zhaoyue strangely and compassionately held out his pickled peppers and chicken claws towards Mo ran, and one of them was printed...