Fu Xiyao’s bangs were stuck to the side of her hair with the pearl hairpin. She looked at the man with her beautiful and watery eyes and asked, “Am I not beautiful like this?”
Ling Limu wanted to sleep on the sofa, but his movements slowed down. Half of his muscular arm rested on the bed, and he looked at her with his handsome eyes.
He just stared at her without saying anything. Fu Xiyao’s beautiful face turned red. “You’re really not beautiful. Forget it, I won’t wear it.”
She reached out her small hand to take off the pearl hairpin.
At this moment, Ling Limu reached out his big hand and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her snow-white ears. He curled his thin lips and said with a low smile, “It’s very beautiful.”
That was more like it.
Fu Xiyao looked at him with a smile.
Ling Limu didn’t retract his big hand. His rough fingers slowly landed on her small face and caressed it gently and lovingly.
