C158 A Hundred Flowers Dance
Strolling on the thick carpet of maple leaves, each step felt as though I was stepping onto a warm bed, the rustling leaves stirring the imagination. Gu Xiaoxing swallowed hard, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over him. What was her purpose in bringing him here?
Qiao Yanran released Gu Xiaoxing's hand and gracefully stepped forward, then turned to face him