"You're in such a good mood that you want to come out to see the sun at this time every day?"
Bai Mo spoke in a slightly sarcastic tone. He looked up at the sky outside the high wall. The sky was filled with red clouds, but in the end there was no boundless sky and earth to set it off. The tragic beauty was lost, and it was just superficial magnificence.
She said nothing, put away the sachet in her hand, straightened her sleeves, turned around and went into the painting studio.
Bai Mo stretched out his hand to grab her, and with a little force, she was brought into his arms. "What? I'm here and you're leaving?"
"Let go." She said tepidly.
"I won't let you go." Bai Mo is used to playing tricks in front of her, and now he goes even further. His arms are against the railing she was leaning on just now, trapping her between his arms and the railing.
He looked at her sharply, but she just didn't look at him, lowered her head and said coldly, "What do you want?"
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