Leng Yue hung high in the sky, casting a clear, cold moonlight that seemed to stretch like water.
It poured over two figures on the grass beside the tent, casting their shadows that drew ever closer together.
Wen Xian's breath nearly halted. This scene had long been cherished in the depths of her heart, but as it approached, she felt her heart might burst forth, her ears burning hot.
Her fair cheeks blushed a light red, her crow-feather-like long, curly lashes fluttered gently, extremely shy.
Lowering her eyelids, she dared not look at him.
He slightly tilted his head, his gaze falling on her bright, full lips…
The shadows on the grass showed the two nearly touching each other.
But then—at that moment—
A cellphone ringtone suddenly erupted, shattering the scene—!
The two stiffened for a moment, the next second, Wen Xian hurriedly scrambled to pull out her phone, feeling ten thousand "grass mud horses" galloping through her heart!!!