Mo Si Huang stood under the tree, his white robe with a proud phoenix pattern being swept by the bleak autumn wind, resembling the Immortal prince beneath the celestial tree.
He Jiaren looked at Su Li gently grabbing the costume of Mo Si Huang, her eyes widened, wishing she could slap Su Li awake. She stepped forward and pulled Su Li over roughly, her face showing excitement, looked at the profile of Mo Si Huang, and said: "Brother Xiao Si, she's... she's just too excited."
Daring to grab the sleeve of Mo Si Huang, is Mo Si Huang someone Su Li can defile?
After a long while, Mo Si Huang opened his complex eyes, which were as cold as ever. He turned his body to look at Su Li and repeated: "Excited?"
Perhaps, indeed, it is excitement.
Su Li looked at Mo Si Huang, not knowing what to say.
This man she had seen many times on the screen, even in the dormitory could see He Jiaren's posters, and this was the first face-to-face encounter, an indescribable odd feeling.
