She leaned against the mailbox of the manor, squinted her eyes and looked to the west. White clouds were floating in the sky, clear and misty.

The sun sets gradually, and the fragrance of flowers and plants floats in the wind.

It was such a beautiful time, but it was a pity that she asked Ji Changmu to go out to buy groceries.

Qiao Muyuan stood by the mailbox and played the violin. The golden sunset fell on her white floral suspender skirt. The corners of the skirt floated gently, and her length swayed in the wind.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and every note is jumping happily.

Her long eyelashes are also covered with a light layer of light, which is gentle and tranquil.

After the song ended, she was not in a hurry to go home. Instead, she stood at the door and quietly waited for the sunset to set over the mountain.

Not long after, a black car drove up to the gate.

Ji Changmu stuck his head out, put his arms on the car window, and asked with a smile: "Little girl, who are you waiting for?"

A layer of golden afterglow also fell on Ji Changmu's face, and the man's facial features were soft and bright.

"Waiting for...her lover."

"Is her lover's surname Ji?"

"Today is."

"What about tomorrow?"

"It's hard to say tomorrow." She laughed.

Ji Changmu opened the car door and got out of the car, pressing her against the wall: "What's not good to say?"

"It depends on your performance."

Ji Changmu stroked her violin with his fingers: "Were you playing the violin just now?"

"Well, do you want to hear it?"

"think."

"I'll tell you without even thinking about it."

Ji Changmu: "..."

Qiao Muyuan placed the violin on the ground beside the wall and suddenly grabbed his hand: "Dance together?"

"Now?"

"Yes, the summer wind is bright, the grass is green, and the sunset is beautiful. We will be together for the rest of our lives." She looked at him gently and smiled, her face full of happiness.

Ji Changmu held her hand and danced with her on the lawn in front of the manor.

The silhouettes of the two were elongated by the setting sun.

Until the afterglow sinks below the horizon and the street lights light up one by one.

In the evening, Ji Changmu made fish soup, braised shrimps in oil, and several home-cooked dishes for her.

"These shrimps are very fresh. If you eat more, it's worth going out to buy them." He picked up a few shrimps for her.

"Where did you buy it?"

"There was a student in my class whose parents happened to be a seafood seller, so I went directly to his house to buy some."

"I see." No wonder she said, why did he come back so quickly? "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ji."

"Not sincere enough."

"Thank you, Mr. Ji."

"Not enough."

"If it's not enough... I'll make it up to you tonight. That's the only way. It won't happen now... Well, I haven't had dinner yet."

"What are you thinking about? Why do you always think about these things in your mind?"

"What do you mean I think about this? It's obviously you who think about it. Ji Changmu, do you dare to say that you don't think about it?"

"..." Ji Changmu glanced at her, "Don't call me Mr. Ji, call me again."

"Brother Ji."

"not good."

"Teacher Ji?"

"no."

"What's that called?"

"You often..." in bed

"No, no, no!" Qiao Muyuan blushed, picked up a shrimp and fed it to him, "Eat!"

"Shout or not? If you don't shout, it means you are not sincere."

"Ji Changmu, are you bothered?" Qiao Muyuan compromised, "Husband."

"Yeah." Ji Changmu was elated, "Be more conscious in the future."

"you!"

This person is really annoying.

…

Qiao Muyuan had lived in Bolton for half a month, and Ji Changmu finally started his summer vacation.

Qiao Muyuan finally realized her dream of sleeping in with him every morning.
Chapter completed!