Tang poetry's breath is disordered a few minutes, way, "then you also have to let go of me first, I can sit down."

muxilin let her go doubtfully.

Tang Shi turned to look out of the window, and then looked at the villa, which had no idea when it would become bright, and asked, "it's dark outside. I didn't see you turn on the light. You turn on the light all day long?"

muxilin went back to his place and sat down, picked up the bottle again. "Yes, I heard Jingchen say that Butong was afraid of the dark. I laughed at her in my heart. Now I can't help...