Gu Yunxi entered Leng Qingtang's room and found him lying on the side, weaving a red string.
The bright red string freely danced between his slender fingers.
His jade-white fingers stood out against the red string and, together with his peerless face, formed a beautiful scene that encouraged people's imagination and accelerated their heartbeats.
Candlelight filtered through the valance onto him and bathed him in dreamlike and tempting golden light.
He heard the knock at the door. His eyelashes lifted as he looked up, and something shining flashed in his dark eyes.
The girl in white was standing in his front with her hair filleted high. She looked natural and unrestrained in men's clothes.
"You are here."
Leng Qingtang curled his lips to give her a gentle smile in which she saw thous
