Wen Xian clutched her messy hair with one hand and was completely bewildered for quite a while.
Then, holding her phone and crossing her arms in front of her chest, she quietly fell into deep thought: "..."
Did he, in the end, see it or not...?
And when he was treating her wound, could it really be that he did it with his eyes closed?
If he had seen her all, shouldn't his attitude be different now...?
He still faced her with a calm expression, so serious, as if her charm completely vanished in front of this man.
How could this be possible?!
Which man in this world wouldn't have his heart race and mind wander after seeing her kind of photos?
Wen Xian pondered for a while, involuntarily biting her lip, and took out her phone to find someone.
Only a man understands another man best, she decided to ask Huo Qi how men think.
As soon as she opened WeChat, countless messages from her agent, Huo Qi, and others flooded her screen.
