Lonely people always toss and turn in the dark with loneliness in their arms for so long a night.

Chu Qiao got up and stepped barefoot on the floor without a sound.

People who have never had a heart are not generally heavy when they have one.

"Cool at night."

A warm body, a warm heart.

Without turning around, he continued to lean on the balcony railings with his beer bottle, looking at the vast night sky.

The man next to her squatted down, raised her bark, tapped her feet twice gently, and put on soft slippers.

So precious a finger is doing this humble thing for her.

Looking down...