Rong Jing's arm was draped over Xia Yunchen's shoulder, holding up his other arm, he started taking photos with his phone.
In front of the camera, Xia Yunchen always appeared as a dazzlingly charismatic man that ordinary people could only admire from afar.
Qin Ruan pulled her gaze back, glancing at Changyuan, who was standing beside her.
One of them had a serene gaze, as calm as a deep pool, while the other revealed a hint of savageness in his eyes and brows.
The two fell into a tense standoff.
Qin Ruan's red lips faintly parted, mouthing two silent words to Changyuan: "Can we talk?"
Although she was some distance away from Xia Yunchen, she deliberately remained silent.
Changyuan narrowed his blood-red eyes, remained silent for a while, and then slowly nodded his head.
The woman and the snake parallelly walked into the sparse forest.
After walking for a while, Qin Ruan stopped in her tracks.
