"Why are you always sleeping?" "Well..." Why? Yang Xiaoxu yawned, raised his head and looked thoughtful. The tip of her nose was red, and her hazy eyes were reflected by the clear afternoon sunlight and became crystal clear. Zhuo Yu also supported his head. Although he raised the question, he did not expect to get the response he expected. Cicadas screamed noisily in the trees, and the wind passed through the streets silently from the distant mountain stream, shaking the branches and leaves of the big trees to make a rustling sound. The eyes he looked at her were like the aurora dancing in the Arctic night sky, silent and gorgeous. It seems that there is nothing wrong with continuing like this...