On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing was disturbed by Bai Mudan who came uninvited and left like the wind this Saturday.

Put the porcelain pot in his hand back on the tea table, and carefully looked at the purple pearls that are growing well. The new leaves are purple evenly, and the old leaves are purple calmly, with a faint luster.

"do I look good?"

Bai Zi, who didn't know when to come back, floated across from Bai Qing with a smile on her face, with the tip of her nose only twenty centimeters away.

Bai Qing breathed a sigh of relief and almost didn't come up: "Damn it, please show the part below the neck along with the head, thank you."

There is only one head in front of it, which is so fucking scary.

Bai Zi appeared in Gestalt in the posture of a spirit body, pounced on Bai Qing's body, rubbed and touched Bai Qing: "Qingqing, I miss you so much!"

Bai Qing watched Bai Zi's hands and feet on him like a cloud of air with a half-smile: "Massification."

Bai Zi didn't know, so he obediently followed suit: "What's wrong with Qingqing?"

This time, Bai Qing really felt the weight on his body, and he jumped up and grabbed the mentally handicapped man.

Playing tricks and being gay and being gay, strangle him to death first.