Gong Yan strangely lit a fire and let the white tiger cook nearby. Feng Lingyan saw him busy and suddenly felt a rather strange feeling in her heart.

Although this man is a miracle doctor, he doesn't like to meddle in other people's business and looks at life and death with a cold eye.

He seemed very indifferent, but he didn't expect that he was actually a precious white tiger...

The white tiger was drying its fur there, and Feng Lingyan felt a little bored. He stretched lazily and squinted his eyes.

She was wearing a lavender dress and had double buns on her head.[

After a period of nourishing herself with delicious food and drinks, her little face that was originally a bit rosy is now pink and tender.

Like a peeled egg, tender and smooth as fat.

The midday sun shines on her pretty face, casting a faint silhouette on her finely curled eyelashes.

The corners of her curved lips were slightly raised, and she seemed to be smiling even when she wasn't smiling.

Sitting there with his head half propped up, he looked like a lazy cat taking a lunch break.

Lazy, but fatally attractive...

Gong Yanmo's heart skipped a beat. Just looking at her like this, warm air seemed to surge up from his chest and abdomen.

Warmth and tranquility enveloped him.

The always cold heart seems to have been melted by the light stream, adding a touch of softness...

He took out the flute from his back and played it slowly.

The sound of the Xiao sounds is quiet and lingering, like a trickling stream flowing slowly in the breeze, making people wake up and forget their worries.

Feng Lingyan's eyes widened. She thought the flute was his decoration, but she didn't expect that he could really play it and play it so beautifully.

Probably - this is the sound of nature...

Feng Lingyan is considered an all-rounder, but she has no musical talent.
Chapter completed!