This statement almost made Wen Xian choke.
Has he somehow unlocked the ultimate mastery in sweet nothings?
But, as expected of a straight guy, even his sweet nothings are so cheesy.
Although she thought so, she ultimately couldn't help but lightly bite her lip, her gaze flickering slightly, cheeks blushing a bit.
The sunlight glinted on the car window, and on the glass, faintly reflected the curve of a smile at the corner of her lips.
...
The farmhouse was somewhat far, with the one-way trip taking roughly an hour or two.
It was a rare team-building activity for the crew, all funded by Cheng Dongyuan.
It was now autumn.
As they neared their destination, they took the winding road.
Below the winding road was a dense growth of shrubbery, towering tall.
Deciduous conifers and firs were turning a fiery red color in autumn.
When the wind brushed by gently, it was like undulating waves, merging with distant hills and the grassland into a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
