is Mojun's car at night.

Tao Yi raised his mouth slightly and walked to the gate.

Outside, the wind is very cold.

Men come in the wind in iron grey woolen overcoats. The corner of his clothes was blown by the wind. He was like the son of the night. Charming and handsome.

The perfect outline thrown is hidden in the darkness, only the dim street lamp in front of the house, vaguely outlining his three-dimensional features.

It's hard to move at a glance.

Tao Yi was dazed.

Mojun looked up at night and found that the woman was standing at the door with a cup in her hand, with...