The man in front of her was a little too good-looking. He was not the kind of good-looking that was young and flamboyant. He was the kind of good-looking that had been washed away by time.
Especially those eyes. Su ningmei only looked at them for a moment, and she felt like she was sucked in like a vortex.
Su ningmei felt that her heart was beating a little faster. When this person's hand wrapped around her waist, the temperature of his palm passed through the layer of clothes and reached her skin. That temperature made su ningmei feel a little hot.
Xia Anlan's hand paused for a moment. 'That' s...That's awkward!'
There was actually someone who had entered the room for so long and still ignored his existence. This ... Was really a weirdo!
He thought to himself, could it be that his presence was so weak?
It can't be, right?
He had always been very confident in himself. At least his face was passable, and ... He would not be treated as air.
