Her skin was smooth like egg white, and her skin was as smooth as cream. Her long eyelashes looked like an artist had painted them, and her red lips looked like roses. They were bright and beautiful.
Yin Zhihan had always felt that there were two kinds of auras on Lu Ning. She was as quiet as a virgin and as charming as a vixen.
He drove the sports car behind her. "You seem to be angry?"
Angry?
Lu Ning reached out her small hand to touch her little face. How was she angry? How could he see that she was angry?
"Lu Ning, why are you angry? It shouldn't be because you're jealous because you saw me with Ela, right?"
Jealous?
Lu Ning almost choked. She really didn't understand where this man's confidence came from. It was really annoying. Yin Muchen, Jian Han, and Linger were all very likeable.
