Ning Xiaonuan never imagined that looking back at that afternoon would shape his destiny three years later.
Him, him, and her. Neither of them expected that they would get along with each other in such a strange way in the future.
"Ah! Brother... We..." Yang Wenhao pulled the quilt to cover the pink-faced girl.
"For the people I love, I don't mind accepting them together." Yang Wang pulled off his tie, leaned down and covered the two people under him with the shadow of his arms.
"... You two are going to do it on your own, I don't want to watch." Ning Xiaonuan was so embarrassed that she no longer looked like a queen. She grabbed the suit on the ground and wanted to leave, even if she burned herself.
She looked back nervously, and Wen Hao's eyes were locked firmly on hers, with clear eyes, just like when they looked at each other through the flying snowflakes a few years ago.