Looking at him, Rong Yan's face suddenly turned red.
Liancheng Yazhi's facial features were too delicate and beautiful. He was a man in his thirties, but he was so good-looking that no one could tell how old he was.
Even though she had been married to him for so many years, Rong Yan thought that she had long been immune to his beauty. She did not expect that she would still be attracted by his handsome look when he was serious.
She was really too good-looking. Her husband was so handsome, and she felt that she was low-class.
It was as if Rong Yan had suddenly returned to the time when she was young and inexperienced. She would blush and her heart would beat faster when she saw the boy she liked.
Oh my God!
Rong Yan covered her face. She couldn't look anymore, for fear that she would have a nosebleed.
She felt a warmth in her ear, and Liancheng Yazhi's voice sounded close to her ear. "What's wrong?"
