"I see that other girls are rewarded with money and have nothing to grow on their lower bodies, so they can only borrow flowers and offer them to the Buddha.

Just now, the young master said that he would give the bracelet to whoever wrote the poem well..."

Li Ping'an propped himself up.

The wine Jing Yu brought was indeed no ordinary wine.

I didn't feel drunk when I first drank it, but now I actually feel drunk.

Miss Chenxiang looked at Li Ping'an blankly and quickly reacted.

"Thank you for your kindness, Sir. Chenxiang is a humble person.

It's agarwood's blessing that you can listen to this song, how dare you ask for money."

"Don't give up." Li Ping'an said.

Girl Agarwood bit her lips slightly, her beautiful eyes moving.

The other person has a bit of youthful spirit, but also a sense of stability and maturity.

It's really strangely tight.

Chen Xiang wanted to refuse, but the girl on the side reached out to hold her back.

The meaning is obvious, you might as well let the other party give it a try.

Otherwise, Chenxiang might have to leave empty-handed again tonight.

"Can you please help me get some pen and paper, girl?"

Agarwood took out pen, paper, and a box of ground ink.

Li Ping'an burped and held the pen.

One stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, every stroke shows his skill.

The writing style is restrained and the muscles are hidden.
Chapter completed!