Perhaps it's because the weather is too cold?
At this moment, Bo Yimo seems a bit difficult to approach.
Tong Yan didn't want to push her luck, so she just chuckled and said, "Young Master Mo, you all continue having fun, I'll head back first."
She turned to run as soon as she said that.
"Together."
A voice came from behind.
Tong Yan felt quite vexed, could she just run away?
The answer was no.
At that time, the moon hung overhead, and amidst the mottled light and shadows, he walked towards her slowly, each step steady, neither rushing nor dawdling, like a bright moon. He seemed like a noble young gentleman from a prestigious family, elegant and refined, his dark eyes like a deep, cold pool, a beautiful sight.
Every time she saw him, she was dazzled.
Bo Yimo walked to her side and naturally took her hand in his, their fingers interlocking. His touch was slightly cool, very comfortable.
