Jing Xi thought about many things, but perhaps Lou Ziling's arms were too warm, so she fell asleep without knowing.
The lights in the car shone on her smooth and flawless face, making her skin look soft and delicate, like the most beautiful white jade, intoxicating.
Lou Ziling looked at the girl in her arms. When did she become so beautiful?
Her hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks. Lou Ziling was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, so she gently tucked her hair behind her ears.
She was still young, still a child. There was still a childishness in her exquisite eyes, and there was also a hint of willfulness.
However, it was because of her stubbornness and her carefreeness that she did not care about his indifference and his repeated rejections and estrangement.
Lou Ziling knew that any girl would not be able to stand his temper.
Even his mother and sister often couldn't stand his reticence and often complained with a headache.
