Gu Jiao slightly curved her lips.
Like a bud of Begonia about to bloom, it blossomed effortlessly in the night breeze, under the starry sky, at the softest spot over her heart.
Xiao Liulang's heartbeat quickened, his eyelashes trembled as he shifted his gaze away and continued to bury himself in his studies.
However, Gu Jiao seemed not to pretend as if nothing had happened. She approached the window, resting one arm on the windowsill and propping her cheek with the other hand as she watched him, "What are you doing?"
The night breeze blew gently from behind her, shaking the faint fragrance of her body, instantly overpowering the ink aroma on the table.
Xiao Liulang felt a sudden warmth in his chest.
He didn't look at Gu Jiao and kept his eyes straight on the book in front of him.
"I'm reading," he said calmly.
"Oh," Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows, suddenly leaning into the window.
His sudden closeness made Xiao Liulang tense up, as if he couldn't move at all.