C103 Don't Move My Tail(41)

The sun is blazing outside the window, The chirping of cicadas went on and on, and from time to time, a breeze blew past, rustling the leaves. The lights in the villa gradually dimmed. For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat blurred and became more and more ambiguous.

Wave after wave of wind blew the heat waves emitted by the sun onto the tree trunk. The leaves kept shaking