After Mist clinked the bottle with his glass, he picked up the mineral water and drank it.
Yu Wumu placed her elbows on the table. She bit the straw with her small mouth, and her lively eyes stared at the man opposite her.
When he was drinking, he was as quiet and refined as when he was eating. Looking at him, his eyes were dark and neat, and the lines of his face were steady and smooth. Other than his Adam's apple moving, his entire person was like a still ink painting...
Yu Wumu noticed that compared to many other men, his skin was considered fair.
Did this mean that he didn't like outdoor sports?
Yu Wuwu frowned.
However, he looked quite strong and had a good figure. He should have muscles. She still remembered the tight and firm feeling when she hugged his arm.
Li Muchen suddenly put down the bottle of mineral water and looked over.
