The little girl stood under the lamp, and the red light shone down on her head. Her fair face also looked gentle and hazy. When she spoke to him, she had to specially bend down to look at his eyes. Her slender waist was gently bent, and even the tips of her head revealed her beautiful figure. In particular, the veil on her body was like smoke and fog under the hazy light, like a peach blossom.
It was soul-stirring and heart-stirring.
Zhou Linghuai felt a lump in his throat, and his voice was hoarse. "Good night!"
"Brother Jingzhi." Yu Youyao smiled until her eyes curved. Under the light, her bright eyes were as clear as water. "See you tomorrow!"
Zhou Linghuai's chest couldn't help but tremble. He saw that the little girl had already run away from him with her sleeve made of the cloud veil. He suddenly had a strong urge!
"Yao Yao—" He opened his mouth to call her.
Yu Youyao nodded and suddenly turned around.
