The sky put on a black suit to hide itself, but the soft shimmer of the starry sky and the crescent moon made it looming.
Miss Ye Laixiang, who had just woken up in the dark night, was all smiles because he would come.
She subtly exudes the rich fragrance of her body little by little.
The wind at night brought the fragrance to Mr. Firefly, and the firefly went to the mirror to sort out his tail lights and clothes, and hurriedly flew to Yelaixiang with a box with red cheeks.
More and more moonlight shone down. Seeing that it was evening, a group of animals had rested, but Ye Laixiang had not come yet.
Ye Laixiang is in a hurry!
"Why hasn't he come yet? Is he unable to find his way or is he unwilling to come to me?" Ye Laixiang thought about it, milky white tears flowed to the ground along with the green stems.
Just as the aroma of night lilies changed from strong to weaker.
Now, here he is!
"Xiangxiang! Why are you crying! Stop crying, who bullied you? I'll bully you back!"
Firefly couldn't care less, and was worried about whether Ye Laixiang was wronged.
"You came so late, I thought you weren't coming." Ye Laixiang wiped away her tears with green leaves, but still choked up.
Firefly hurriedly hugged Ye Laixiang, patted her back lightly with its slender tentacles, and said softly, "Little fool, I'm not telling you that I will smell your flowers all my life, enjoy the moonlight with you all my life, and be here with you all my life. Are you in love?"
After listening to Ye Laixiang, she nodded shyly and forcefully, and was so happy that the flower branches swayed.
No matter how bright the stars are at night, they shine in Mr. Firefly's box. Inside is a ring, made of a tiny bit of firefly tail light.
Mr. Firefly blushed even more as if he had applied red berry juice.
"Xiangxiang, are you willing to be my wife?" The firefly's tail flickered, which was the signal of the firefly's courtship.
"I do!" Ye Laixiang responded to Firefly's love for her.
The moon witnessed this romantic proposal, and the overflowing pleasure curved into a crescent.
When the moon is asleep, the stars are covered with soft clouds.
They are still leaning on each other, whispering in their mouths, telling their love for their lovers, looking at each other, and their love is rippling
Last updated: October 25, 2022