Rong Wanqi jumped over and hugged Qiao Muqi and exclaimed emotionally: "Senior, a good man is so handsome!" ”

Qiao Muqi wiped back the hair that was already wet on his forehead, revealing a manly and delicate face, and his arms around the little man in his arms were full of spoiling. Seeing her little face red with excitement, her beautiful big eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

Qiao Muqi thought to himself, and finally made his villain smile.

Grab a towel and wipe your hair and face. Rong Wanqi was still dancing around him, full of praise, praising him for being handsome and awesome.

Well, Qiao Muqi admits that the praise of this little thing made him fly into the sky in a good mood.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Listen to her praise. The last one grabbed Rong Wanqi, who was jumping around, put his forehead against hers, and said with a light smile: "Do you like seniors?" ”

Rong Wanqi was full of excitement, nodded without hesitation, and said that he liked it again and again. The stiff face was softened by the smile.

The palm of his hand wrapped tightly around her shoulder. His lips moved lightly and he whispered, "Evening seven, I love you." ”

The little man who was lying crooked in the man's arms and was happy, his heart trembled slightly. She blinked, then laughed again.

Her eyes were fixed on Qiao Muqi's face. Her senior is twenty-one years old.

What does a twenty-one-year-old man look like? When I met him at that time, his complexion was much whiter than now, and his facial features had not yet receded from being completely green. At the age of seventeen, he still looks like a teenager.

It's only been four years, so how can there be a change? Rong Wanqi thought. In the past four years, his eyebrows and eyes have long faded from the youthfulness of his youth and turned into a mature man. The personality is becoming more and more calm, and the words are getting less and less. Emotions are also becoming more and more restrained.

It's been four years, he's changed, and she's not. At the age of thirteen, she was not very tall, a childish little girl. At the age of seventeen, she is already a pretty girl.

The only constant of time is change, and it changes us. Leave visible or obscure marks on each other.

Senior, Rong Wanqi read silently. Meeting you is the most right thing I've ever done.

The night is full of stars. Rong Wanqi sat on the balcony of his room and looked up. Qiao Muqi also stood on the balcony of his room in a daze.

The cool wind blew all over his body, and for many nights, he stood on the balcony in a daze until dawn.

Time, so long. It was so long that he had been watching it flow slowly second by second with his eyes open for many nights.

Everyone else wants time to be slower, slower. But he desperately wanted to make time faster. so that he can stand by her side as a lover.

Deeply longing, she will also say to herself, I love you. His heart fluttered violently. For the sake of these three words.

This night, Rong Wanqi lost sleep. When the sky was white, I fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes again from this sleep, it turned out to be dusk.

Standing on the balcony and looking at the sky, the sun flickered on the west mountain beam, sank, and a few white clouds on the horizon spread out and turned into a colorful sunset. The sun was sleepy, yawning, stretching, and slowly sliding down the mountains to the west.

She panicked and knocked on the door next door.

"I overslept." Rong Wanqi pursed her lips and threw herself into Qiao Muqi's arms angrily.

"Why don't you call me!"

"Look at the fragrance of your sleep, I am reluctant to wake you up." He stroked her hair and whispered an explanation.

Rong Wanqi rubbed her eyes, with a look of anxiety on her face that she had just woken up.