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— And he gets out of this cart, all of himself beautiful, his face covered with a red veil… — Then what makes you think he’s handsome?! — I know it! — Hua Cheng snapped, adjusting the cucumber on his eye.- Have you been drinking water for a long time, Chernovod? — Oh, I scared! — He Xuan does not concede, in turn, topping up a glass of red wine and getting comfortable, sarcastically asks. — Go on, mr, I’m all ears. — Well, I accordingly took his hand, he stands… Bye, what are you doing?!       Bai Wuxiang, folded in half in a fit of hysterical laughter, spilled black varnish on Hua Chen’s clothes. But this did not bother him at all, he rolled on the floor and laughed, barely pronouncing the words: — Well, of course you’re a romantic, Hua! HA-HA-HA-HA! — Closed his mouth. — Hua Cheng said with slight disgust and pulled the silk robe a little tighter. He Xuan quickly turned his chuckle into a dry cough. — We go, the blood rain begins, and I, as a true… — And you, like a true boyfriend, take out your wide umbrella and you go with Xie Lian as the cutest couple in the world.       This is Bai, finishing painting his left hand with the remnants of varnish, could not resist commenting. Hastily dodging the slipper, he continued his occupation, stretching across Hua Cheng and sticking out his tongue from zeal. — I wonder if they’ll let me finish? — Hua asked He Xuan.       The latter, having finished his wine and set the glass aside, shook his head. — I don’t think so.       And then, as if to confirm his words, Qi Rong’s voice comes from around the corner. — Okay, Google, did the demon fall in love with God or not? — QI RONG!       Cucumbers are lying on the floor, Qi Rong is running away from Hua Cheng, who was spewing curses at him, Bai has once again spilled varnish, and Chernovod pours a third glass of wine.