两个小阴线夹着一根大阳线

In the deep-walled high courtyard of the Dihuo Manor, Tu Su Renxiong was sitting next to a brocade couch in the main hall, with an expression of obvious impatience. Next to him, the young Dihuoshan Zhuang Shaozhuang had his eyes closed tightly, as pale as paper, and his breath was getting lower and lower, almost like a dead person....