Looking at the graceful and stunning woman in front of him, Xu Wuzhou felt a warmth in his heart on this slightly chilly night.

"Shall we sit and chat?" Xu Wuzhou smiled at Qin Qingmo and casually sat down on the swing made of vines beside him.

Xu Wuzhou was observing her, and Qin Qingmo could almost feel his intense gaze. She turned her head to look at Xu Wuzhou. Unlike before, he didn't shy away from her gaze in panic. Instead, he continued to look at her calmly, his eyes clear and deep, shining brightly in the night.

"Okay!" Qin Qingmo leaned to the right and sat on the swing, her legs together, gently swaying, feeling quite at ease.