Holding the Chu zhaoyue tightly, it seems that there are many doubts in the singing of the smile of the summer desert wind. In the murmuring soft voice, it looks like a tangled ripple: "the moon, you let me, what should I do? What should I do to you? "

huh? Chu zhaoyue can't help but feel a little foggy. What do you mean, this guy?

after a little silence, the summer desert wind whispered: "you don't ask about yourself, but you ask about me first. I'm very happy. You will feel unworthy and unfair for me, and I am more happy. But Yueer, the last thing I want to...