Yu Wenli was speechless for a moment.
Speaking of Yan Qing, after he went out, he looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, put the porcelain piece in his pocket, and walked along the road to the outside of the rose sea.
But after walking for a few minutes, the surrounding scenery did not change at all. When he turned around, he found that the villa was not far away from him. He became annoyed.
"What a hell of a place!" He kicked the rose bush next to him and felt a pain in his leg. It turned out that he was pricked by a thorn.
"Damn it!" Yan Qing had a bad temper to begin with. Seeing that a broken flower dared to hurt him, he could no longer hold back the anger that had accumulated for so long.
He crushed the rhizome of a rose with one foot, then kicked another: "How dare a ragtag flower like you snub me? You're lucky you don't have a lighter, or I'd burn you all to death!"
More and more roses fell, and the stinging in Yan Qing's legs became more and more painful. As he spoke, the fragrance of roses in the air became stronger and stronger, and the red petals became more and more bright.
Yan Qing sneezed because of being choked. The roses in front of him piled up in a trance, almost covering the entire sky.
At some point, two delicate, white arms climbed onto his shoulders.
"hehe……"
The sound was empty and ethereal, so close that it seemed to be coming out of my ears.
The arm pressed against the flesh was soft as if it had no bones, and the coldness from it caused goose bumps all over Yan Qing's body. His body was shaking violently, and his hand holding the porcelain piece was trembling uncontrollably.
This...what is this...
The next second, the arm around his neck suddenly tightened, and the voice suddenly became sharp!
“Where are you going!!!”
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