C29 Pure Storytelling Under a Quilt

The dim light only illuminated his eyes, like a cat in the night, one glowing amber, the other blue.

Perhaps it was because it was late at night, but his clothes were very loose and slightly messy.

The ink hair that reached his waist was simply tied up, and he wore a silver hairpin.

Jiang Qiu Yue and Luo Ying were lying face to face. Jiang Qiu Yue was calm on the surface