There was a sweet smile on Ye Qingyu's lips, looking at the Cowherd and Vega hanging in the night sky, listening to Ye Xuanye's unique voice, blowing in the slow night wind, and couldn't help but feel a little drowsy.
As Ye Xuanye spoke, he ran his hands along her back, his voice became lower and lower, and his eyes became softer and softer. When her eyes closed, the love in her eyes dared to leak out.
