Gu Shao, he is deepl

Ji Xia leaned against the window, her gaze, somewhat dim due to the rain-streaked glass, fixed on the doorway.,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.,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.。