At the end of summer, the evening breeze is cool and incomparable. Naughty people drill through the screen screen and sprinkle a piece of cool meaning. The curtain moves with the wind, and the stars shine through the cracks in the curtain into the room.

Pu lay quietly in bed in the evening, blanket covering her lower abdomen and pressed by her arm.

Ye Cheng looks at the late Qing Dynasty by starlight, with a beautiful and quiet face, full of quiet beauty under the hazy starlight, tender and delicate, with a hazy drunkenness, adding a bit of attractive amorous feelings...

Yecheng's claws are itchy, and I want to touch...