Ji Xiao suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking back at the man with a hint of surprise. The light was dim, and his expression was unclear.,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.,Listening to the hurried rustle of clothes being put on behind the door, my mind unconsciously recalled her face, which had just flushed a shy red, and I frowned.。