C239 Albopictus Herba

Silence, silence, silence …

The distant brilliant lights faintly shone through the branches of the maple tree. Chu Hen and Xia Qing sat on the sturdy tree trunk, while the latter rested his head on Chu Hen's shoulder. His breathing was steady and he actually fell asleep.

Chu Hen was a bit speechless, but he was also a bit nervous