The mountain was cool at night, and the air was fresh. It was really comfortable when the night breeze brushed across their cheeks.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked drowsy as her head snuggled against Yin Shaojie's back.
After a walking for a while, Yin Shaojie's handsome face turned to the side, and he asked, "Feeling better?"
Close-eyed, Mu Xiaoxiao was enjoying herself. Her lips turned back to pink, and pursing them together, she nodded against her back.
Yin Shaojie stopped at the edge of the mountain.
Realizing this, Mu Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and saw bright lights resplendent in the night scenery below. There was nothing more beautiful that could be imagined.
"It's beautiful," she mumbled softly. If she was her usual self, she would have already whooped from delight, but she was really languid now from discomfort and couldn't muster any energy to shout.
Yin Shaojie looked up. It was really dark there, and there was nowhere else to go.
