In this era, there is no weather forecast, and Chu Qing could hardly foresee it.
The conversation was interrupted, causing Bian City inside the house to frown slightly.
Why did they only say these two sentences?
Initially, I thought Gentle could get married... Now it seems these two don't have much to say to each other. The journey of my junior sister to marriage is still long and arduous.
"What are you looking at?"
Mo Duxing cast a cold glance at Bian City.
"You wouldn't understand."
Bian City shook his head:
"Go to sleep, go to sleep."
"Pretending to be mysterious, startling people without warning."
Mo Duxing grudgingly threw the words Bian City had just said back at him.
Bian City was nonchalant and closed his eyes to sleep...
Mo Duxing, however, was somewhat restless, feeling that lying down to rest like this was out of character for him.
As a swordsman, he shouldn't be this casual either.
