The not-so-bright moonlight shone on Chengchi's face, the shadows cut out by his browbones and the bridge of his nose, and his not-so-long but dense eyelashes, waiting for Qiao Yue's answer one by one. After waiting for a long time, Qiao Yue said in a low voice: "I don't know what I am doing, I never knew."
Chengchi didn't speak or move. He just kept lying there and looking at Qiao Yue. He had a beautiful profile. The sound of his breathing and the sound of the air conditioner sounded in his ears.
"Ahem," Cheng Chi rubbed his hands on the ground and said dryly, "The moon is quite beautiful tonight."