After a while, because of fatigue, Gu Qingli did not care much, and slowly fell into a dream.
...
On the other hand, Xi Moxiao did not yet know that because of some of his own behavior today, Gu Qingli who had already poked her head, immediately shrank back to her shell.
If he knows, he will regret his actions much.
"You haven't left yet? What are you still doing here?"
Xi Moxiao looked up, looking at the woman still sitting on the sofa, reading the magazine. He frowned and asked.
The woman looked up, her black hair hanging on her chest, her big bright eyes were like curved moons.
It reminded him of that poem for a moment.
There is a beauty in the north, absolute and independent, one look charms the city, and then another charms the country.
There was a trance in the mind of Xi.
For a moment, he felt that they were back in the past.
But immediately Gu Qingli's face floated to his mind again, putting down his initial fantasy.