"Did you not fasten the buttons on the side properly?"
Bo Jinchuan pointed at Shen Fanxing's waist and closed the magazine in his hand.
She lowered her head to look at the buttons on her waist but she didn't notice anything. Nevertheless, she still fiddled with the buttons. When she lifted her head once again, she was enveloped by a familiar scent and pulled into an embrace.
Looking at their reflection hugging each other in the mirror, Shen Fanxing's heart pounded wildly.
She could clearly see the passion dancing in the man's eyes, just like that time in the kitchen.
She gasped nervously and turned her head slightly so that her cheek was pressed against the side of his head.
"What's wrong?"
Bo Jinchuan's hand gently caressed the beautiful curve of her waist and his deep voice rang in her ears.
"You're beautiful. Like an elf."
