When he heard that his most precious little sister, Jia 'er, was suffering by li junyu's side, a sinister look flashed across Zhan Mo's deep and cold face.
He looked at ruan Mengmeng, his deep eyes dark and unpredictable.
The little woman who was originally lying on the deck chair and basking in the sun sat up. She raised her small face and looked at Zhan mo."What's wrong? do you feel bad for Zhan Jia 'er? If you feel heartache, you can change me back."
Ruan Mengmeng smiled, the corners of her lips curving into a happy arc. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes were illuminated by the sunlight that shone through the shade of the tree, and they shone with a bright light.
The faint dimples on her cheeks were extremely cute.
Just by looking at the little woman sitting there in comfortable home clothes, smiling and looking up, it was a pleasing beauty.
Zhan Mo's dark eyes quickly shifted away, not looking at ruan Mengmeng's intoxicating smile.
