Xiao Heng also followed inside, sat down in front of the computer, waiting for his little fool to come over.
Xiao Heng's bookshelf was clearly categorized, and Ye Zhi Ning quickly found the book she wanted, but her eyes fell on the piano in the middle, then she asked Xiao Heng expectantly, "Can I play a piece?"
Xiao Heng did not answer Ye Zhi Ning, his eyes never left the computer.
So, Ye Zhi Ning put down the book and sat down in front of the piano, placing her hands on the black and white keys, her gaze affectionately resting on Xiao Heng, her ten fingers flexibly dancing slowly on the keys, elegant and melodious notes bouncing in the air.
At this moment, although Xiao Heng's eyes were fixed on the computer, his mind was filled with the beautiful scene he had just seen, small yet delicate and white, charmingly rosy...
