Someone was handing out money on the playground, and Mo Qingyang watched from a distance. She had just finished exercising and had stripped down to a very see-through white vest.
The man who handed out the money looked like a white teddy dog. There was no superior glare in his soft eyes, just like the sun, but only tiny brilliance, like the moon.
The next time I saw that person, it was not in the playground with the sun hanging overhead, but in an alley so dark that there was no moon, so dark that I couldn't see clearly.
Pheromones smelling like milk frosting floated silently in the air.
Mo Qingyang walked towards him on a night without sun and moon.
Poor, awkward, kind-hearted, powerful, and a miracle female alpha
Intention: You can have the sun, the moon and me.