After Tang Jianjun left, Tang Chuxia yawned, looked at the doorway, and helplessly said, "Don't go through the window, use the door!"
The hands on the window disappeared, and he pushed the door open.
Gu Beihuai walked over to Tang Chuxia's bed, involuntarily thinking of the events from a few days ago, though not in this room.
But when he saw Tang Chuxia lying on her side wrapped in a quilt, the scars on her cheek were still very visible, and her eyes were both dreamy and alluring; it was really hard to resist.
"I just knew that Brother Beihuai wouldn't not come to see me."
Tang Chuxia laughed out loud and reached out to hook Gu Beihuai's fingers.
"Your hand is still warm!" Seeing that Gu Beihuai didn't shake her off, she became more daring, directly putting her hand into his palm, "Perfect, I need some warmth!"
Gu Beihuai's gaze fell on his own palm.