Xiao Yu was sitting in the best seat by the window of the Kailic Hotel. She leaned lightly on the chair and read carefully with a travel magazine in her hand. His right leg rested on his left leg under the table, and his right foot swayed slightly from time to time, giving him a leisurely look.
Tan Yu walked into Kaige's door and glanced towards the window. I remember table number eight is there. . . I only saw a beautiful head of light red curly hair. The back view was very good, but I didn't know what the front view looked like. . .