An ordinary love story between a naturally condensed charm and a god.
Shixiao asked her if she liked him, and the answer made him laugh out loud.
Answer: Gu Yuhan's snow-colored face had a thin layer of pink. The satin-like eyes were once again soft, and the curvature of the lips was even more beautiful. The small lips moved and her mind was spinning for a while. He bit his lower lip in a panic, as if he had decided something important: "I really like it."