The air in summer is very humid.
Xiaojing was lying on the lounge chair at home, blowing on the air conditioner comfortably. A cool breeze blew up, blowing up the snow-white transparent curtains.
Unknowingly, she fell asleep peacefully, her fair face exuding a rosy complexion, and the corners of her mouth raised, as if she was having an extremely beautiful dream.
The book hanging in her hand was blown by the wind from the air conditioner, causing the pages to dance.
Vaguely, she seemed to feel a man approaching her, with a warm aura that made her want to catch him...