C440 Under the moon the beauty is a mink cicada

I don't know how long I held her, but when the cold wind blew, it made both of us shiver and we gradually let go.

Diao Chan lowered her head, that beautiful as a painting, she said: "Teacher, I thought you didn't want me anymore, I'm not coming!"

"Haha, little brat, I still have so many songs that I haven't taught you. How can I bear to leave? Chan Er