Mo Xie stepped out of the house. Cool air washed over his face, easing his nerves a little and carrying away some of the smell of alcohol.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. When he opened them, a trace of clarity had returned.
Then he set off slowly in the direction he remembered Jiang Shaoxu taking.
The night breeze drifted past, carrying a faint fragrance. Moonlight spilled across the ground, outlining his tall, straight figure.
With his hands in his pockets, Mo Xie walked down the road alone. At some point, he seemed to have grown fond of being by himself.
Though there were always people around him, he still felt alone. It was always just him.
Strange. Why am I suddenly thinking like this? I still have Xiao Fan and the others. What's gotten into me...?
He shook his head lightly, casting the strange thought aside, and kept walking.
As he rounded a corner, a familiar voice reached him, clear and pleasant as a mountain spring.
But now there was anger and impatience in that voice.
"Wang Yanfeng, I've told you already. I don't like you at all! Can you please stop bothering me?"
Jiang Shaoxu wore a white shirt and denim shorts. Large stretches of fair skin were exposed, showing off every curve of her striking figure.
The front of her shirt strained over her full chest, as though the buttons might pop at any moment.
Her slender waist looked small enough to circle with one hand.
Her denim shorts barely reached the tops of her thighs, hugging her rounded hips. Below them were long, straight, snow-white legs that made it hard not to want to touch them.
Flat sandals revealed her delicate feet. Her graceful ankles, smooth arches, and ten pearl-like