The next day, on the bay window of the bedroom, the morning light shone on her delicate and beautiful face. Her long black hair was rolled up casually, revealing a clean and plump forehead, and small and slightly pink ear wheels. The tip of her nose was upturned and delicate, and she had a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed eyes on the tip of her nose. The mirror skillfully covered up the slightly darkened eyelids under her eyes. Her expression was quite serious, as if the book in her hand was very interesting and vivid. If Mo Shang Sang hadn't stood in front of the door and found the pages of the book that she had not turned for a long time, she would have almost been confused by her eyes.
"I was a little drunk last night." Mo Shangsang explained seriously, his voice was cold and indifferent, but his eyes and lips were unconsciously tinged with a faint smile, which slowly rose, changing his usual stern face.
When Yu Jingsi heard her voice, she felt her whole body tremble, and the pages of the book that she had clenched in her hands were suddenly torn in half.
She pretended not to hear it, and seemed to recall some ripple picture in her mind. The tip of her ears quietly turned red. She was small and pink, especially beautiful, but her voice was calm and self-possessed as usual:
"It doesn't matter."
Before he finished speaking, he felt his hair being gently lifted up by a gust of wind, followed by a cool fragrance and a chilling and teasing voice, ringing behind his ears:
"What should I do if I think it's related?"
Sensing the person in front of her, her cochlea turned lovely pink because of her words, and the refreshing fragrance of jasmine lingered under her nose. She held her shoulders, tightened her waist, buried it in her neck, and whispered softly in her ear:
"Xi'er, let me take you home."
Background of this article:
1: Fictional history. The historical parts in the article are purely fictitious. You can just read the article and do not accept discussion or in-depth study.
2: Same-sex marriage is the background.
3: The ending of this article is HE, the whole process is sweet, and the only text.