"Jing Tianchen."
The husky, seductive voice rang out again, and Mo Yuxin looked at Jing Tianchen beside her in surprise.
The car stopped at this moment, one or two people got off the car, and Jing Tianchen, with his tall and straight figure, stood up and then walked forward.
He was dressed in a very ordinary short T-shirt, with jeans on the bottom, already faded from washing. Observing him, the jeans made his legs seem even longer and straighter, and under the pants, there was an unexpected sense of austerity, with a pair of sandals on his feet.
A simple outfit, even considered poor-looking by many, actually gave off a noble feel when worn by him.
Jing Tianchen got off the car and stood alone on the messy and fragmented road.
Mo Yuxin's gaze followed to the spot where Jing Tianchen was below the car, watching as he stood by the roadside, glancing back at Mo Yuxin.
Their eyes intertwined.
"Miss, can I sit here with you?"
