Fu Shu stood in front of the window and watched. Xiao Zhu had already arrived downstairs. In a hurry, she dropped one of her high heels. Her snow-white feet stepped on the grass. Her delicate ankles were slender and smooth, making one want to hold them in the palm of one’s hand.
Perhaps noticing his gaze, Xiao Zhu, who was downstairs, turned her head and looked over with a pair of soft and charming watery eyes.
Seeing the man’s hands on the windowsill, she curled her red lips in a gorgeous manner. The night wind blew her wavy hair on her shoulders. She smiled at him in such a gentle and flamboyant manner, even though she only had an ordinary little face, at this moment, she was still as bright as the sun.
What she meant was -- thank you.
Very soon, Xiao Zhu turned around and ran away.