C678 Unidentified

"I know."

Sheng Yeting's gaze lingered on Xia Xingcheng's delicate eyebrows. His long and fine eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. He couldn't help but scratch the tip of her nose, causing Xia Xingcheng to blink twice.

It felt good to be doted on by others. Xia Xingcheng was as sweet as if she was soaking in a jar of honey