He was definitely a fan of looks.

Ling Chuxi looked at the shy Bai Yue and thought of qingjue in her heart. She didn't know how qingjue was doing. Was he still worried about her? was he still looking for her?

Suddenly, Ling Chuxi raised her head and looked at Moxie on the bed. She whispered,""He's about to wake up!"

"What?" Bai Yue let out a low cry and rushed to the bed.

Ling Chuxi stood by the side and did not move forward. She only watched silently.

"Senior brother, senior brother ..." Bai Yue softly called out to the person on the bed.

The person on the bed finally opened his eyes slowly, and his gaze gradually turned from unfocused to clear. When he finally saw the person in front of him clearly, the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile. He opened his mouth slightly and let out a hoarse voice,""Junior Sister ..."