Halfway up the mountain, the autumn colors are dyed, a tree of cold fragrance, a small pavilion quietly makes a pair.
Tang Xiaobai, when thinking, habitually lowered her gaze.
After thinking, she lifted her eyes to discuss the next topic: "The Empress Dowager—"
The voice came to an abrupt end.
The young man's bright eyes were already close at hand.
She suddenly blushed, her eyes unconsciously drifting to the side.
There are still people around...
Before her eyes could return, her lips were warmly covered.
The air was mixed with the fresh scent of rain and vegetation, gently brought into the pavilion by the wind, lingering all around.
Her hands resting on her sides involuntarily curled and then were captured, drawn towards him...
...
Tang Xiaobai originally had many matters she wanted to discuss with him, but ended up only speaking about Luo Xiong.
When it was time to part, she held the corner of his sleeve, looking somewhat annoyed.
