dance like a butterfly

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I was moved by his words, and my heart ached.

Yes, Lao Han never takes me as an outsider, maybe more than himself.

Lao Han smacked his lips and smiled innocently: "It smells so good!"

I was amused: "What is the fragrance? What kind of smell, tell me!"

Lao Han slapped me on the buttocks: "You heartless, what's the smell? Of course it's the smell of a lover, the smell of a sweetheart! It's the smell of a sharp heart!"

His words made me realize that today's "punishment" is over.

However, for me, it seems to be cheap for him to end like this.

I grinned, "Is it over?"

Old Han was stunned: "Is it over?"