When Wei Xia saw the dressed-up flowers blooming, he couldn’t help showing his surprise. He first looked at her blankly for a long time before he held her hand in his palm, and exclaimed, “My flowers are blooming. It’s so beautiful. “Yeah, what a good thing it is to be beautiful.” Huakai looked down at the hands held by the two of them. Wei Xia’s hands were slender and strong, with only some calluses on the tiger’s mouth. At first glance, she knew that she was usually holding a pen. Why couldn’t she give her warm hands with such a warm hand?
She thought that as long as it was a human being, it could warm her.
The flower bloomed without a trace, and he drew his hand out with a smile, “It’s a pity that such a refined flower blooms, after tonight, it will no longer belong to Master Wei.”
Wei Xia showed pain in his eyes, “Don’t say that…”
“I’m kidding.” She took the initiative to embrace him, and her bright red nails that had just been dyed with balsam juice stroked his chest. “For the sake of you, Huakai is willing to do anything. What’s more, Xianggong won’t stop blooming, right?”
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