Gu Shao, he is deepl

Ji Xia's current work is quite strange, halfway through, awkwardly hanging on her shoulder, and the one with the bow just hangs there in the air.,Listening to the hurried rustle of clothes being put on behind the door, my mind unconsciously recalled her face, which had just flushed a shy red, and I frowned.,He had just stepped out of the shower, his waist wrapped only in a towel, radiating heat. Drops of water trickled down from under his chin and landed on his chest.。