Wanqi Jue had never been a master at controlling his expressions. Compared to the meager fare that Chinese girls were, he much preferred the young foreign girls with bigger busts and butts. More importantly, he had always felt that he was someone who put more emphasis on what was on the inside. Otherwise, why would he like Fu Xuejun?
However at this second, he felt that he had been wrong about himself all this while.
There really were such beautiful people in the world who could let you forget to breathe.
But those cold, clear pairs of sparkling eyes, peach-colored lips, and flawless skin that had not a single trace of makeup on it, it was a kind of radiance that was indescribable.
More importantly, she looked a bit familiar.
"Great god, you've already been playing this for nearly an hour." He saw her pull out a phone, handing it to the kid next to her.
