C432 What kind of calligraphy

With that, Li Zhenxi smiled at Lu Baobei and turned to leave.

Lu Baobei looked at Li Zhenxi's slender back speechlessly, and from not too far away, Li Zhenxi's intentionally stretched out her voice, "Beauty of the morning, when the candles are burning in the bridal room …"

Isn't it just going there with Blood Vulture, what kind of literary talent is this …

Lu Baobei curled her lips