Jiang Xi looked at Rong Nian with a startled and questioning gaze, under the bright moon and gentle breeze, the man's profile looked as stunning as a deity.
He slightly turned his head towards her, his gaze silent and profound.
"Perhaps I dreamed a TV series," Jiang Xi felt his eyes were like two deep pools that could suck her in.
She turned her head away and looked back at the moon hanging in the sky, yet her heart suddenly started pounding.
Rong Nian gazed at her profile, "I often have a dream too."
Jiang Xi turned back in surprise, "What dream?"
"Mist, a veil, a woman with a blurred contour," Rong Nian tersely provided the key words.
It was no different from Jiang Xi's vague description moments ago.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xi looked Rong Nian up and down, her gaze shifting from serious to not so serious.
"President Rong, forgive me for speaking out of turn, but are you having a spring dream?"
"..."
The corner of Rong Nian's eyes twitched.