After the game ended, Fu Xiyao returned to Ling Limu’s side. “I’m done playing. Let’s go back to our room.”
Ling Limu signed his name on the document in his hand, then closed it and handed it to his personal secretary behind him. “Let’s go.”
He stood up.
But Fu Xiyao didn’t leave. Her clear and bright eyes looked at him with watery eyes.
“What’s Wrong?”Ling limu asked in a low voice.
Fu Xiyao curled her red lips and handed her fair hand to him. “I want to hold your hand.”
Her sweet voice sounded a little coquettish.
Soft ripples quickly rippled in Ling Limu’s deep black eyes. He slowly wrapped her soft little hand in his palm.
He brought her back to the room.
As the two of them walked, Fu Xiyao looked up at Ling Limu’s handsome and cold side profile, “Just now, brother Yilin and Xiaodie drew the same card. The two of them even whispered to each other. Do you think brother Yilin and Xiaodie are compatible?”
