Long Xiliang skillfully put on Lu Xiaoyou's shoes, lowering his head, holding her ankle, and fitting the crystal high-heeled shoe onto her foot.
After he stood up, Lu Xiaoyou held onto his waist to stand, her bright, dazzling eyes stared intently at the man's handsome face.
Is there something on his face?
Long Xiliang wondered in his heart.
Lu Xiaoyou reached out her hand and removed the black-framed glasses from his nose, tilting her head as she admired his impeccable features.
She used to think she would always be alone, that no one could enter her heart, and that she didn't need anyone by her side.
But just a few days apart from Long Xiliang, and she already felt lonely.
This kind of loneliness, is it longing?
Long Xiliang tilted his head slightly to the other side, his eyes, narrow and elongated, showing a hint of confusion.
Lu Xiaoyou's pretty lips curled up, her hands wrapped around the man's narrow waist, she said to him:
