Bo Shaoxiu looked at Nan Zhi's beautiful face. It had been four years, she had grown up and there was a trace of femininity in her exquisite features, like a blooming rose that was emitting a charming fragrance.
Bo Shaoxiu threw the diary and lighter on the bed and walked in front of Nan Zhi.
She looked innocent and beautiful without all the makeup. It was a good change from the Zhizhi in the past who had been laden with layers of makeup. He could not hold back from caressing her face, her skin was as soft as silk, smooth and without any flaws.
Nan Zhi lowered her gaze, her long and thick eyelashes were like two small fans casting a small shadow on her face. In Bo Shaoxiu's eyes, she looked extremely shy.
In Nan Zhi's almond-shaped eyes that were covered by her long eyelashes, there was trace of coldness.
