"It's nothing..."
Jian Ran: "..."
These two men were really acting quite odd.
Jian Ran was somewhat puzzled. Just when she did not understand what was going on, Qin Mu suddenly lifted his arm and pulled her into his embrace.
"Ran girl... I think at this moment, a proper self-introduction is in order."
Jian Ran: "..."
What was Qin Mu up to now?
As Jian Ran looked on in surprise, snow had unknowingly started to drift down from the sky, the snowflakes beginning to settle on the shoulders of the three of them, adding a bit of soft whiteness.
Gu Mochen narrowed his dark eyes slightly, his gaze falling on Jian Ran's pale little face. His own handsome face was even more striking against the night and the snowflakes, his aura unmatched and exceptional.
An elegant young master, truly refined.
Unfathomable… elusive, and his thoughts deep as the sea.
Qin Mu was still carefree, with several buttons undone at the front of his shirt, exuding an attitude of irreverence towards the world.
