Shao Siming snuggled in Ying Ziye's arms, watching the sunrise and the lush green mountains and the vast clouds and mist, singing: "The fog and dew are left after the sunrise, and the green pines are like ointment..."

"Sister Xiao Si is really very literary!"

Bai Ying also snuggled in Ying Ziye's arms. He couldn't help but praise him when he heard the poems written by Shao Siming.

"Love rises east, romance is unswerving until death!"

Ying Ziye spread his arms and howling towards the whistling mountain wind, looking at Zhang Han and Master Xiaomeng with a profound meaning: "Actually, at this moment, the important thing is not the sunrise, but the people who watch the sunrise together..."

Although Zhang Han and Master Xiaomeng were deliberately alienated by Ying Ziye and others, leaving enough space for the two, they were four or five feet away from each other.

Zhang Han didn't dare to get closer.

Master Xiaomeng is cold-hearted and can't do such things.

When the two heard Ying Ziye's last words, they couldn't help but look at each other.

But as soon as the eyes were touched, they turned back.

Master Xiaomeng still looked at the sunrise with a cold face, but Zhang Han's face turned red.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's a bit difficult!"

Hou Qing also saw it, but what puzzled him was...
Chapter completed!