pulled her into his arms.Perhaps it was the alluring night, or maybe it was a touch of nostalgia.He had completely lost his sense of propriety.He kissed her under the tree, gripping her nape and press...Lu Qian still walked over.

The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.

Like a dream, ephemeral.and finally didn't push him away.Lu Shuo hugged her and walked, smiling: "I shouldn't have let you wear a coat. You should have worn a little skirt so I could put you inside my big coat, like carrying...