"Isn't it hot?" These three simple words suddenly took on a somewhat low, muffled tone that was uncharacteristic of him. The phrase echoed in the spacious bedroom, carrying with it an indescribable undercurrent of tension.
Di Xiaxia's hand trembled slightly as she held her jacket, laughing awkwardly, "Um, me wearing this..."
Just as she was about to remark that her outfit was rather inappropriate, she saw Di Mingzhe rise and approach her.
Her heart began to pound uncontrollably. What on earth was he planning to do?
Di Xiaxia felt a bit stunned, watching dumbfounded as he walked towards her.
His tall figure exuded an innate aura of power and his handsome face bore an air of untouchable nobility.
His good looks, flawless from every angle, were indisputable.
But unlike his flamboyant brother, Di Mingjue, Di Mingzhe was far more reserved.
This restraint added an allure of mature masculinity to him. He was low-key but still undeniably captivating.
