Downstairs, Ai Ya was already waiting for him in her modified skirt.
She looked lovely.
On a usual day, Li Shi would undoubtedly take a good look at her. However, at this moment, his mood had already adjusted and suggested itself to a certain imaginary situation.
As of now, he seemed to be Zhao Ming Cheng, a talented young scholar born of a prominent family.
Waiting for the auspicious moment.
"Jin Shu, let's go to the front yard and wait."
Having said that, he took the lead to walk ahead.
Seeing Li Shi in ancient attire for the first time, Ai Ya was stunned, thinking to herself how handsome he looked!
Distracted for a moment, she found that he had already walked far away, so she hurried to follow.
When they reached the front yard, they found Li Shi already lying on a rattan chair under the osmanthus tree. The golden osmanthus, falling gently with the faint autumn breeze, spun in the air. Some fell on the ground, some on the scholar's clothes.