Although his words seemed particularly disdainful, he was actually very good to her.
He held her in the bathtub, pressed a button, and warm water spread out from all sides and the bottom of the tub.
Di Mingjue closed his eyes quietly, his thick eyebrows very pretty.
Di Mingjue's bathtub was an extravagant one, especially human-friendly. The water of the perfect temperature continuously surged up, submerging them both. The whole experience was extremely comfortable.
When Qibao woke up, Di Mingjue was getting dressed. With blurry eyes, she looked at the man dressing in front of her.
There was a moment of dazed fascination.
The man was as beautiful as the proudest masterpiece of the Creator, so perfect that not a single flaw could be found.
Proud brows, stern jawline, emanating a regal allure like that of a night sovereign. Just watching him was enchantingly captivating to the absolute. His cold and aloof demeanor, his defiant arrogance, all were irresistible.
