Lin Yan looked at Feng Li quietly with side eyes.

The boy's eyelashes fluttered, and the night cast a beautiful shadow against it.

Feng Li raised an eyebrow and took his big hand.

The warm touch of the palm made Lin Yan slightly stunned.

His gaze swept coldly around him, and then slowly stopped on the young man in front of him.

Feng Li was dressed in a cool black sweatshirt, and her white jade hands pulled the mask and hat together.

She looked rather lazy and led the man behind her, her steps quickened, calm and brisk.

There is an indescribable charm in her steps, which makes passers-by unhelp but quiet down.

The girls who were taking pictures were obviously aware of their abruptness and put away their mobile phones one after another.

They and pedestrians made way of the way, and the originally crowded road became wider.

Feng Lixing's eyes bent slightly, and he casually skimmed over the group of girls, and raised his legs to move forward.

Lin Yan's frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and the cold aura around him was much weaker.

He didn't even realize that the thin lips with a perfect and wild arc were slightly hooked, which was amazing.

The girls covered their mouths excitedly, and then watched the two slender figures walk away.

There was only this scene in Lin Yanmo's eyes:

Feng Li's back is thin and straight, and it doesn't have too much strength, but its curved lines are beautiful.

The temperament of the surrounding body renders a little quiet, and the original quiet and elegant park is eclipsed.

Lin Yan's thin lips were slightly pursed, his hair was attached to his cold face, and his expression was a little complicated.

Feng Li's fingers gently touched his hand, and his expression was deep and unreal.

They soon reached the depths of the park, where there was only a quiet pavilion.

The pavilion is very quiet, and the comfortable and cool evening breeze blows from time to time, as if with a trace of nostalgia.

Feng Li let go of Lin Yan's hand, and then took a step and sat down on the ancient chair in the small pavilion.

She lifted her hand, removed her mask and hat, exhaled, and shook her hair slightly, her black hair swinging, waving a moving arc in the air.

Lin Yan glanced at her, and then his expression was faint, feeling the residual warmth in his palm.

The afterglow is nostalgic, with a gentle but deadly appeal, but it's hard to capture.

When it comes, it dissipates quickly.

This is the feeling that Feng Li brought to Lin Yan.

The man tilted his head slightly with a gloomy expression, and sat down beside the young man.

Feng Li looked at him and didn't say anything.

Lin Yan didn't speak, the charming lip curvature was faint, and his handsome and cold temperament was revealed.

From this angle, behind Feng Li are lush flowers and plants, gently swaying with the breeze.

The young man in front of him, his ink eyes were unwavering, always quiet and indifferent.

Seemingly intimate but distant...

That's where he fell...

Lin Yan looked at her quietly, and Feng Li felt the sight beside her that could not be ignored.

She turned to her side, the distance between the two was not far away, but there was a subtle aura in the air.

"What are you bringing me here for?" Feng Li's expression was full of interest, and his hand slightly supported his face.

Lin Yan glanced at her lightly, and when he saw her like this, his expression was soft and soft.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the starry sky, and his lean chin was raised, causing Feng Li's gaze to pause slightly.

"It's a beautiful night." The man's voice was extraordinarily affectionate in the night, but his words were still short.

Feng Li raised his head, and as far as he could see, there was the bright starry night.

She muttered, "Yes..."

Lin Yan looked at her sideways, and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the young man's tender hand.

Feng Li saw his movements and tilted his head slightly.

Lin Yan's expression was gloomy, and he finally withdrew his hand.

Feng Li's gaze lingered on the man's big hand for a moment, and then withdrew his gaze.

The surroundings were already silent, and on autumn nights, the wind was bleak and the atmosphere was delicate.