After Bo Cixue was dressed, she received a call from Sikong Ling.
He was already downstairs.
Bo Cixue took the elevator down and put a jacket over her slender shoulders. Nevertheless, she still attracted countless eyes on her way out of the hotel.
Sikong Ling stood by the car door, waiting for Bo Cixue.
He saw her slender figure from afar.
When she came closer, he was even more stunned and did not dare to look at her directly.
He opened the door, waiting for her to get in before he got in from the other side.
"Thank you for the gown. You have good taste." Bo Cixue saw that Sikong Ling was silent and looked at him. Seeing that he had twisted his head towards the car window after getting into the car, as if she was some ferocious beast, she frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"
It was rare for Sikong Ling to lose his composure. He was usually more aloof in school, but now, he was like a young boy in front of her.
