Approaching the tea table, Qingyu sat down directly on the soft sofa, took a sip of tea, closed his eyes, and began to rest.
Meanwhile, Mo Xuelian sat beside Qingyu, timidly stealing glances at his handsome face.
Ever since she put on this outfit, she had always felt somewhat out of place. Why were human clothes nowadays so strange? Especially the black over-the-knee socks on her legs, which made her feel very odd. Because Qingyu's gaze kept drifting toward her legs, making her feel quite shy.
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