Let's Read Poetry in Spring

Let's read poetry in spring - He sat casually on the carpet next to the sofa, one leg slightly bent, his right hand resting on it, his slender white fingers hanging on the side of his leg, and his left hand resting against a book easily. It seemed to be a collection of poems. The old blue book was somewhat damaged, as if it had been turned over many times. He seemed to notice Miao Xu's gaze, raised the corners of his lips, and asked, "Want to take a look?" "No need." Miao Xu turned away his eyes and said coldly, "I'm not interested." "Oh." He Qingmi responded slowly. Intention: fall in love well