chuanbei, jing family
the setting sun shrouded chen wang, as if a layer of rose powder had fallen on him. the early autumn wind blew, the auspicious color was a little cold.
fu huan was staring at the shooting scene below seriously. he glanced at the person beside him from the corner of his eye.
what was this person doing?
staring at me?
she looked straight ahead, and after a few seconds, she turned to jing muye. " why do you keep looking at me? " his gaze was strange and even had a hint of mockery, as if he had discovered some great secret.
" i really didn't expect this ... " jing muye smiled meaningfully.
"what are you doing!" fu huan felt that it was inexplicable. she only felt that he was smiling very unnaturally at the moment, and she wanted to punch him.
in chen wang's eyes, this scene, coupled with the angle, seemed to be ...
they were flirting.
