Second young master Dou looked at si Rong and opened his mouth. He saw that all of her attention was on the hamster he had raised at home. Her face was lowered, and under the romantic Starlight in The Glass Room, her skin was as white as porcelain, as if there was a stream of light flowing on it. Her black hair was casually pushed to the back, and a few strands fell in front of her forehead, setting off her relaxed eyebrows and eyes. Her lazy posture exuded an air of nobility, giving people the feeling that she was as elegant as a painting. She was a noble young master who had walked out of an ancient oil painting, and pride was an innate essence.
The command in his throat naturally disappeared. He stood up, picked up the glass bottle, and poured her a glass of cold water.
Si Rong noticed the commotion and looked over. He was surprised to see second young master taking the initiative to serve him.
