This, this body, this is simply. . . . . .

  To be honest, these very distinctive ethnic skirts are very coquettish. The pattern of the skirt is particularly bright, not only strapless, but also backless, and it is also a low-cut style. The top is a tie-dyed pleated shirt, and the bottom is a big red short skirt, revealing her fragrant shoulders and long legs. Her long hair is loosely rolled up behind her neck, and a carved red hairpin is attached to her hairpin. The tassel earrings I just bought are flying and tactful.

  Her skin was already fair, and wearing a bright dress, she looked charming like a princess of an alien race.

  When turning around in front of Leng Yunlin, the hem of the skirt fluttered, and the tassel earrings fluttered lightly, as if a gust of wind was blowing gently across his heart—

   "Does it look good?"

   Seeing Leng Yunlin pursed his lips and remained silent, Mu Qingyu thought he didn't like this outfit and was a bit sleepy, so he planned to go back to the fitting room to change back into his own clothes. Before he left, he grabbed his wrist, and the man seriously shook his head: "Just wear this! Don't change it!"

   After speaking, he immediately walked to the cashier of the store to pay.

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   After buying the clothes, the two of them walked out. The sky gradually turned dark, and the business of the bar also improved.

   After shopping for a long time, they bought clothes and jewelry. The two of them were also tired, so they found a nice looking restaurant and sat down.

   There are also meals in the bar. The two sat in a good position near the water, ordered a table to eat, and began to eat.

  The night was getting darker. After a full meal, the two removed the plate, served a few more cocktails, lit candles, looked at the river under their feet, and their eyes were blurred.

  Mu Qingyu chose "Angel's Kiss" purely because the name sounds good. When the wine was served, it looked like a caramel macchiato, with a layer of sweet milk froth floating on it. In the center of the wine, there was a bright red cherry. When I first tasted it, I felt creamy and sweet, but after the milk froth, a hint of spicy alcohol came over me. One sip is a glass.

   Leng Yunlin ordered "Bloody Mary". The cocktail is made with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, celery root, and a bright red tomato juice that looks a lot like blood. Because the vodka in it is very strong, the taste is a bit strong.

  Maybe it's because I'm sad, maybe it's because of the melodious sound floating on the river at night.

   After a while, the two people who were sitting and drinking, felt a little smoky when the breeze blew.

   Leng Yunlin looked up and saw the woman sitting opposite. The drooping bun looked a lot looser because of the walk just now. A few strands of hair fluttered in the night wind, as if they were saying something.

  He was a little confused. Alcohol numb his brain and let him fall into a deep confusion.

  The scene at this moment is very similar to the first meeting between the two five years ago. He fell into the grief of Luo Qingxue's "death", while she was shocked by Mo Shaochen holding hands with his sister.

   meet, separate. In five years, everything has changed, but it seems like nothing has changed.

  Luo Qingxue didn't die, but she was still with her brother.

  Although Mo Shaochen did not grow old together with Mu Qingxi, he really disappeared into the crowd.

  And for Mu Qingyu, everything in front of him is somehow predestined and destined?