Roxus smiled gently and stroked Ye Moyu's soft cheeks. Now the woman was no longer as pale as before, and the entire shape of her beautiful face had returned to perfection. Ye Moyu's face was completely similar to Haoran's. The face of a woman who can destroy the land and turn the heavens upside down. She's really pretty. However, if Haoran was so radiant with youth and mischief, Ye Moyu's face was more refined and exquisite.
"I've given orders. You don't have to move around on your own and get your hands dirty." Roxus turned to Soneillon, and the man nodded gently.
Roxus touched Moyu's forehead with her index finger, and the woman slowly furrowed her brows, as if she was about to wake up from a long tiring sleep.
Rong raised his eyebrows high and looked at his wife breathlessly. "My wife," he whispered tenderly.
