Yang Qingyin did not expect Luo Ziling to play tricks, after jumping back from the other side of the fence, he picked her up and ran directly.
Fearing she might fall, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Luo Ziling's waist, "Junior, put me down, I might fall to the ground in a moment."
"You won't, as long as you hold on tight, you won't fall," having picked Yang Qingyin up, Luo Ziling certainly wasn't about to put her down, running fast with her in his arms, they approached a place where the light was quite dim. Several big trees completely blocked the light from the nearby street lamps, making it appear very dusky.
Luo Ziling ran to a willow tree nearby with Yang Qingyin.
After reaching under the willow tree, the hat on Yang Qingyin's head fell off, and her long hair cascaded down instantly.
Amidst the Night Color, Luo Ziling saw Yang Qingyin's eyes gleaming as she looked at him.
