As her body became hot, Shi Mengwan put her arms around Zhan Haoze's neck and looked into his eyes.
She had long discovered that Zhan Haoze's eyes were darker than the average Asian's. Most Asian eyes had a light brown tint.
However, Zhan Haoze's eyes weren't. His eyes were pure black. They were like a pair of extremely beautiful obsidian.
Every time he fell in love, the color of those eyes became more and more profound. Like a deep spring, she often couldn't help but indulge in it.
Not only now, but a long time ago, she had liked to look at her Dear Brother's eyes.
She thought that he was really her disaster. She could talk and laugh freely, she could deal with difficult clients, she could face her troublesome grandmother with a strong attitude. She could even make fun of Xiang Caiping and make her happy.
However, she couldn't feel at ease in front of Zhan Haoze.
Every time she saw him, she felt helpless.
