Lu Yan looked at her lashes quivering, like a butterfly dancing in the air. She was embarrassed. Just like a maiden, she was still so easily embarrassed even though they had already been married for so long.
Of course, she was still just a young maiden.
Looking at her pretty face and silky skin, Lu Yan raised his handsome brows. He had really lucked out in love this life.
…
The next morning.
Sikong transferred in Mexico to Country A, and traveled to the Snow Mountain Residence with Tang Mo'er.
In the luxurious car.
Tang Mo'er looked sideways at Sikong. He was in a custom-made white shirt with a gray checkered suit over it. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses dangled on his face and his side profile was clean and handsome.
