The most beautiful place at National Central University is the maple leaf forest in autumn. A dark purple cobblestone path stretches between the green shades, like the footprints of the autumn sunshine, leisurely and graceful.
Mu Yuxian stopped and stared at the thick green grass not far away, quietly turning over Han Yansuo's Book of Songs.
"Two curved and slender eyebrows are as pure as artificial. The eyes are covered with thick eyelashes, casting a shadow on the rosy cheeks when they are hanging down."
He was reading this description by Dumas in "La Traviata" and said in his heart: "Compared with what I see in front of me, the author's writing has no flavor." He moved forward and said: "Look at Biqiao, the green bamboo Yiyi. There are gangsters and gentlemen, it's like sparring with each other, like polishing..." As he spoke, he was already standing in front of Yansuo.
Han Yansuo's cheeks were red with embarrassment, and she hurriedly covered her book and stood up, saying, "You're fooling around again!" He snatched her book, held her in his arms, and said, "I'm just fooling around." Her face was red, and she wanted to break away, but she missed the intimacy, "Okay, Xian, let me go quickly." "Okay, kiss me, and I'll let you go if you kiss me." Han Yansuo's face was red. Suo half-smiled and said, "How could such a thing happen? Don't even think about it!" "Well, if that's the case, I'll, I'll squeak at you, hahaha! Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!" "Kekeke! You're just messing around. I won't kiss you." As he said this, he ran deep into the red leaves and disappeared.