After a long time, Xiaocao can't help worrying about Qionghui's safety. After all, the game of human nature is not joking. Her restlessness and the feeling of heat and cold make her unbearable. Xiaocao slowly gets up, "I want to breathe outside." It was her only entreaty to him. Shang Ye looks at the grass's face. He is sweating and blushing. It seems that he has been stuffy here for too long. "I'll go out with you." This is an order, not a suggestion. The grass is speechless and follows each other out.

the evening wind is a little bit cold, which makes the grass more uncomfortable. It's terrible. Maybe...