Jin Zeming ignored her, she was like a child who kept holding his arm and shaking it unwillingly.

Finally, leaning down his arm towards his cheek, he dropped a kiss on it.

"Jin Zeming......" she asked him, whispered his name again, and then blinked in the faint light.

He would be wearing a black shirt, she thought, and because he didn't have a tie, he loosened a button, revealing his good-looking neck and sexy Adam's apple.

At this time, if he stood there and played a saxophone music, it would be called chic and charming.

The man seemed to be bewitched by her kiss, and as if he was entangled by her, he smoked a cigarette, picked up the saxophone with one hand and stood up.

With his back against the wooden railing, he looked down at the copper-like instrument in his hand, and his mind wandered.

Luo Xingchen sat down on the sofa, bent down slightly, rested his elbows on his knees, supported his cheeks with his palms, and looked at the man with a little more admiration in his eyes for the first time.

The moment Jin Zeming raised his eyes, he touched her eyes that were as bright as stars, as if he was ignited by that light.

He picked up the saxophone, his thin lips gently holding the reeds in his beautiful contour, and his movements were graceful and dashing.

The light of the small wind lamp fell softly on him, and then the melodious and clear music sounded in the mountains and forests.

He closes his eyes slightly, and the music he blows out is layered, soft and penetrating.

"Homecoming"!

Luo Xingchen's heart moved, the familiar music was the classic repertoire of the saxophone, "Go Home".

She sat quietly and listened carefully, the admiration in her eyes growing more and more grand.

Gradually, his perfect performance filled the entire mountain with infinitely beautiful impact, and Luo Xingchen couldn't see anything in his eyes, only the elegant man in front of him.

After finishing the song, Jin Zeming's arm hung down, and he turned his head sideways to look at the dark mountains below, with something shining in his eyes.

Since he was a child, he was thrown by his father to the distant shores of the ocean.

For him, what started as an expectation of returning home quickly turned into a luxury.

That day, he asked Song Keer to write about the relationship between her and Luo Xingchen. As a result, Song Keer wrote a lot of Luo Xingchen's things, most of which were examples of her arrogance.

It seems that at least before the Luo family went bankrupt, this tsundere eldest lady was much happier than him.

"Jin Zeming, you are so good! Great, your saxophone is playing very well! Luo Xingchen clapped his hands, his face full of the little girl's adoring expression.

The man came back to his senses and looked at her bright little face, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He put the saxophone at his feet, then faced the mountains, rested his hands on the wooden railing, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a pair of slender arms came from behind him and hugged his waist, and then the woman's soft body clinged to him.

"Jin Zeming......"

He heard her gentle whisper, and his tall body stiffened, as if he was stunned by the devil and could not move.

"Don't move, just let me hold it for a while." Luo Xingchen pressed his face against his warm and broad back.

He didn't move, carrying all her weight.

"Can you answer me a question?" She asked softly.

He didn't say anything, he acquiesced.

"Why do you want to ......"

Her words weren't complete, but she knew he could understand what she was asking.