No matter how smart a person is, he cannot escape the instigation of love.

"Elegant personality, approachable, a master of love..." Xia Xiqing unconsciously pronounced the words on the screen, but the more he looked, the more he felt that he didn't look like him. He simply took a picture and sent it to Zhou Ziheng.

[Little Rose: You don't look like a Libra man at all.]

Zhou Ziheng was studying in the library. When he clicked on WeChat, he found that it was a constellation analysis sent to him by Xia Xiqing. The last time he saw it was in elementary school, he had long been used to being said to be not like a Libra man. When he was in the sixth grade, he went home and asked his mother if he had remembered his birthday wrongly.

I almost got beaten by my mother.

[Moral Model: Constellations are not accurate.]

Soon Zhou Ziheng sent another one.

[Moral Model: What is your zodiac sign?]

[Little Rose: Sagittarius.]

[Moral Model:...Okay, I'm slapped in the face.]

[Moral Model: The constellation is really accurate.]

Since learning about the lover's sign, Zhou Ziheng sat in the library and never looked in a word. He held his cell phone and browsed the zodiac analysis all night. Especially after seeing the matching index between Sagittarius and Libra, he was so happy that he had no desire to learn and just wanted to pack his schoolbag and go home.

[Moral Model: Our zodiac sign pairing is 90 points, and we are born with a pair!]

The fool. Xia Xiqing put down his phone, adjusted the shelf seriously, and began to adjust the sculpture clay, but his mind was filled with Zhou Ziheng smiling and said that he was born with a pair of people, and his two crescent eyes could not be removed.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the still rough and simple semi-finished product, and a smile that was even gentler than that of the ginkgo outside the window appeared on his face.

How can an artist not love his muse?
Chapter completed!