Nie Xiaoxing looked at his smug and joyful appearance, her eyes flashing with gentleness.
Ever since that night she met Lu Zhiquan, Nie Xiaoxing had not seen him again.
Nie Xiaoxing did not deny it; ever since that night, she had been holding her breath and finally exhaled.
In the blink of an eye, it was December. This month, because both Yige and Rong Rui were hospitalized, the emotions of people around had been more or less affected.
After French tutoring in the evening, Gu Yan forcefully took her to have a big bowl of braised pork rice before driving her back to the apartment.
At the bottom of the apartment building, Nie Xiaoxing unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "Drive carefully on your way back."
Gu Yan saw her reaching out to open the car door, squinting his eyes, and quickly grabbed Nie Xiaoxing's hand, pulling her towards him.
Nie Xiaoxing was slightly stunned, looking at him in confusion, "What are you doing?"
