"Brother, can you tell me the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" Ye Qingyu looked at him and said quietly.
"Why do you suddenly want to hear their stories?" Ye Xuanye looked down at her, his eyes falling on her red lips, and he almost couldn't help but want to press them on her lips.
"Because it's almost the Chinese Valentine's Day, and our class's Chinese Valentine's Day drama is to play the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Hehe, I have a role in playing the Weaver Girl."
