Song ran swung her legs. The night breeze in the countryside was blowing over her head. The moonlight was a little cold, but she felt warm beside the person she loved the most.
She reached out and touched his ear. I quite like the calluses on your hands. It makes your palms seem warm and dry. When you touch my face with your calloused palms, I feel warm and touched.
Gu jinghang's lips curved into a smile. then, I'll touch more in the future. Okay? "
Song ran leaned on his shoulder and replied with a smile, " "Feel free to touch."
Gu jinghang coughed lightly and laughed.
Yin Hua walked alone in the cold and bleak wind, tightly wrapped in her little cotton jacket.
It was already early March, and the temperature was still quite low. Tang Ji 'an sat at home and made tea for himself.
He didn't have any hobbies, and his only hobby seemed to be to climb up and satisfy his father, becoming his father's successor.
