Wolf's eyes were filled with thousands of emotions, but only a trace of aftertaste was revealed. His voice was clear and soft, and the tone of every word was gentle and sweet, "I'll pick it, and you can continue below, okay?"
"Okay." Isla used to ask servants to help hold down the branches. She enjoyed the process of picking flowers. Now that Ash opened her mouth, it was natural.
Ash grew very tall, and when he raised his hand, he lowered the branches. He used the other hand to pick osmanthus flowers, his posture was extremely relaxed.
Isla used a flat basket to catch the sweet-scented osmanthus he picked with one hand, and he couldn't help picking it with the other hand.
After picking the osmanthus on this branch, he put it back and bent another branch. Just like this, the osmanthus flowers in the flat basket were quickly filled.