A gust of wind blew by, and the fallen petals scattered all over the yard like hail. Ervin was bathed in the rain of flowers. His young and slender figure was agile and graceful, like a piece of white silk swaying in the wind.
Ervin was quite proud of bullying the kid, and shouted across the wall: "How many times has this happened? If you dare to lie on the wall again, I will tell your mother! I will beat you to death!" At the same time, he sheathed his sword, took off his sweaty clothes and wiped the sweat off his face, threw it on the chair, picked up the teapot and took a sip, and waved to Ryan: "Second Master, come here!" The beautiful sword dance with watercolors and light ink just now was destroyed without a trace, as if it was just an illusion. Ervin instantly fell from the immortal who danced with Mu Ying's sword to a mundane actor.
Ryan put his clothes back on him and said, "What kind of behavior is this! Standing shirtless in the yard in broad daylight! Wouldn't you blush if Xiaolai saw you?"
"Xiao Lai is not at home today." Ervin felt aggrieved: "I am starving to death."
Ryan lifted his chin and said, "That's perfect! Put on some nice clothes and come with me to Fan Mansion. Today is Lucas's birthday, I'll take you out to relax."
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