He thought she would be confused for the rest of her life, never talk to him again, never look at him again, and never expect that she would be able to be so snuggled with each other.

God knows how long he has longed for this moment!

Ji Yue came back to her senses and looked at him. Her eyes were as clear as water under the moonlight: "Qianshang..."

"Ji Yue, call me Liu Ye." His breath blew into her ears. He actually wanted her to call him his real name the most. After all, Ye Qianshang was just his pseudonym.

Ji Yue paused, tilted her head and looked at him for a moment: "Jun Liuye... Is your real name like you."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jun Liuye's breath was right at her neck.

"Your heart is like night... You were once General Shura again, Shura originally belonged to the night..." Ji Yue actually started to drop her book bag.

Jun Liuye was silent behind her for a moment, and sighed softly: "All my thoughts are flowing on you now..."

At this moment, he seemed to be the charming Ye Qianshang, holding his head with his hands, looking at her with a gaze as if he was joking, but he was also hot and focused.

Ji Yue's eyelashes trembled, half-covering her eyes, making it impossible to see her eyes clearly, and no longer contacted his sight. Her pretty face was slightly reddish.

Shy?

Jun Liuye stretched out his arms and hugged her again: "Ji Yue, I hope we have today every year and today every year."

He asked nothing else, but she could stay with him.

Her darkness was slightly cold, and his chin rubbed the top of her head, and said enthusiastically: "Ji Yue, can I do it for you?"

Ji Yue paused for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

Jun Liuye straightened her body, combed her fingers, and began to comb her long head.

Her black as silk satin, smooth and soft, flowing between his fingers.

A moment later, her length was tied into a beautiful bun by him, and a jade hairpin shone brightly among her.

"You are very skilled. You used to help women with ties?" Ji Yue touched her head and was half joking.

"Idiot, I used to help you." Jun Liuye's voice was doting and helpless.

Ji Yue's fingers froze, and then she touched the hairpin again. She was stunned. She had already found the shape and texture of the hairpin.

It was the hairpin given to her by Qianshang that day and night. She kept it like a treasure that day and took it out several times every day, and she was as happy as a fool.

Now that the hairpin has returned to her room, she feels a little hurt by the ice on her scalp.

She seemed a little dazed, and Jun Liuye looked at her: "Ji Yue?"

Ji Yue suddenly stood up, tilted her head and smiled at him, smiling innocently and charmingly: "Can I do a dance for you?"

Jun Liuye stroked his palm: "Okay, I have heard that you are awesome in singing and dancing. Today I am just enjoying it. I will accompany you." He took out a purple bamboo flute.

The sound of the flute sounded quietly, like the wind rising, the flowers blooming, wandering slowly among the mountain.

Ning Xuemo leaned down and saw his light blue robe being held in a curve like a flowing water by the wind. The beautiful jade on his waist swayed slightly, looking free and unrestrained.

Hey, his attitude made Ning Xuemo feel more familiar, as if he had seen it on someone.

She knows many people, all kinds of handsome men, but very few people have the temperament of Jun Liuye. She is lazy and free, with a hint of cynicism...

Who do you look like?
Chapter completed!