Zhen Mansion, Tingchao Xiaoge.
There was a wind blowing, and the bamboo shadows outside the window were whirling and rustling.
"If you can't stop," the mellow golden wine swayed, reflecting a calm indifference in Su Rimu's eyes, "then let's make a quick decision." The longer you delay, the more dreams you have at night, since confessing is the next step. If the matter is exposed, then let it settle before it is exposed.
Fu Yuanzhou closed his eyes, opened them again, and cheered up, "I know."
Su Rimu knew that he would handle his emotions well, so he said no more.
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