"Mu Yazhe, what are you doing here?!"
Isn't he supposed to be very busy?
He gracefully propped his upper body on the sofa, his slightly opened black blouse faintly exposing his muscular chest.
He wore handsome and fitting trousers, which were complemented by a pair of expensive handmade leather shoes. His long slender legs stacked on top of each other in such elegance he presented himself as a man extraordinaire and debonair aristocrat at once.
One had to say that his figure was well-toned and sexy; every inch of his body was on point and perfectly proportioned.
A silver necklace dangled between his collarbones, and he looked absolutely attractive with his flawlessly milky skin.
He was in the U.S. for a while and just alighted from the plane today.
He appeared to her looking lethargic. His slight dishevelled jet-black hair hid his handsome brows and intertwined with his thick, long lashes that casted a shadow over his eyes.
