"What did you come downstairs for? It's already so late, but you still haven't slept." Huo Shaoheng quietly said this with a softly admonishing tone. Straightening his body, he smoothly threw the cigarette butt in into a garbage can nearby. He turned around. "Go back inside, I'm leaving now."
He waved at her with his back turned.
Gu Nianzhi stood motionless on the steps of the dorm building, her hands inside her coat pockets. She watched Huo Shaoheng quietly, just like that.
Under the street lamps, Huo Shaoheng's features didn't have the same iron-blooded masculinity that soaked him to the bone during the daytime. His entire person was softened by the dim yellow streetlamps, leaving only an incredibly handsome face that fascinated people at first glance.
Years before, as soon as he raised his hand or walked, it would've been enough to make her lovesick to the bone.
He'd once been her "male god"…
