Standing on the side of the corridor, Gu Qianmeng watched the snow quietly, just opened the window, one arm from behind, holding her hand.

"It's cold."

In her ear, the voice of Nangong Morning is quiet.

"But I'm not afraid of the cold."

With his back moving for a few minutes, Gu Qianmeng tried to pull out his palm quickly, but he was firmly held by Nangong Morning.

Then, Nangong Morning, gently spit out a few words, "I just took the time to read the script."

"Don't be happy too soon, the man who plays the leading role, as long as I haven't nodded, you're not counting!"

Her body is...