Ou Yinghan's gaze was very pure, like that of a child at this moment.
It was very different from the queen who was always calm, composed, and rational, with never a ripple of emotion; she had a bit more girlish charm.
Beitang Qing suddenly realized she actually had very beautiful eyes.
It's just that those eyes usually kept themselves wrapped up, not letting others see, so he never noticed their beauty.
Beitang Qing didn't know how, but when he came to his senses, his lips had already touched Ou Yinghan's lips.
There was some cool rainwater on her lips, and they were very soft, very cold.
She didn't move, and her gaze was helplessly fixed on him.
This was not a beautiful night, nor was it a romantic night.
This autumn was very cold, this autumn rain was very cool, the temperature of the night was very low.
...
At four in the morning, Shen Nie braved the wind and rain to return.
Even though he had an umbrella, half of him was still soaked by the rain.
