In the past, Situ Xu Xu also liked such sunny afternoons, alone, with a cup of coffee and the quietness of a room, and felt that his whole life was full and comfortable.
Now sitting in Xu Chengxiao's arms like this, playing with his slender fingers with clear knuckles one by one, and using small scissors and a file to sharpen the thick gun callus in his palm, the tranquility of being alone before is like late autumn in comparison. The weather is calm, but at the moment it is like sitting in the spring breeze, the heart is not only calm, but also intoxicated.
Xu Chengxiao rarely did anything like this and basked in the sun quietly. She was fumbling with his hand. He was sleepy and crouched on the sofa for a while. When she woke up, she still held her hand.
Xu Chengxiao couldn't sleep any
