It was midnight when Mu Xiaoqi finally sewed up the gift for the night scene.

She satisfactorily looked up and down with the pillow, grey background, sewed her own big smiling face, embroidered around a few little red hearts.

Not doing sewing for a long time, so fiercely do it, get stuck several needles do not say, finger also strangled a few red prints, and because of rush, the whole hand is tired and trembling.

But looking at the results of his work, Mu Xiaoqi's heart is as sweet as honey.

She rubbed her face against the pillow and wondered, night, would you like it?

But it's very late. He...