His jet-black hair was just let loose, with no extra adornments on his body, yet such simple attire gave him an untouchable and noble elegance.
Wen Xiao'ai had an intense urge to walk over and see what he looked like.
He leaned lazily against a branch, with one hand supporting his head, seemingly looking in her direction.
Wen Xiao'ai stared at him for a long time, slowly feeling that this man seemed familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere, and not long ago, but she just couldn't recall.
"Little girl, come here."
Suddenly, the man in the tree spoke.
His voice was exceptionally pleasant, very gentle, and the tone was pure. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, Wen Xiao'ai felt that when he spoke, his eyes were smiling.
It was obvious that these words were meant for her, and after he said them, Wen Xiao'ai's body moved toward him uncontrollably.
She couldn't tell whether her body was out of control or it was her mind playing tricks, she just kept walking toward him.
