Chu Jin nodded. "Okay, drive carefully on the way." The girl under the light, with skin white as snow, her delicate peach blossom eyes shimmering, reflected the faint light and twinkled with shrewdness, vaguely revealing a touch of liveliness that hadn't been there before.
This was how a girl of eighteen should look like.
I remember when I first met her, her eyes were filled with wariness and coldness, as if she had experienced a thousand sails and was full of vicissitudes.
Seeing her like this, Mo Zhixuan couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair before he finally left the house.
As soon as Mo Zhixuan left, Xiao Bai quickly jumped onto the table. "Brother Jin, the master is really good to you."
Chu Jin finished the last sip of her soup, gave it a lingering glance, "Remember to wash the bowl after eating." With that, she turned and went upstairs.
Downstairs, Xiao Bai was disheveled in the wind: "…" It was just a cat, after all.
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Mo family.