C118 The Studs from the Silver Screen King

As the evening breeze blew, Qi Luofei leaned lazily against Si Qingyan's shoulder. She quietly felt Si Qingyan's heartbeat rise and fall, enjoying it but suppressing it.

In a place where Si Qingyan couldn't see, the corner of Qi Luofei's mouth curled up slightly.

At this moment, she felt comfortable