Zhou Mu looked at Gu Changsheng, then glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, and a hint of an ambiguous smile curled up on his lips, he eventually picked up the bottle and slowly applied the powder.
When Gu Changsheng turned around, he saw his captivating red lips, and his face inadvertently flushed red.
"Dry your hair and get some rest early," Gu Changsheng handed him the brocade handkerchief and scurried into bed like he was fleeing the scene.
Although she knew he would return that night, there were always some things beyond her expectations.
For instance, the enchanting ambiance of the room, or the confusion of emotions just moments ago…
Once the heart is moved, indeed many things start to seem inevitable.
The rustling sound reached her ears, and Gu Changsheng turned around, squinting at Zhou Mu lying on the couch, "What exactly should we do tomorrow?"
"Hmm, haven't you rejected all my suggestions?" came Zhou Mu's husky voice.