Yu Anwan's ears reddened slightly, but her voice carried a hint of playful complaint, "What's there to see?"
"You're attractive." Wen Jin replied calmly, "And you're also stunning."
In his deep eyes, there was a twinkle of starlight, and this ink-like color seemed poised to completely engulf Yu Anwan in an instant.
Whether it was the discomfort of being scrutinized by Wen Jin or Yu Anwan's inability to catch her breath in such an atmosphere, she suddenly took the initiative this time. "Wen Jin, you're so annoying. Do you want to or not?"
Wen Jin smiled.
Inside the suite, outside the expansive French window, perhaps due to the temperature difference between indoors and outdoors or for some other reason, mist had formed on the glass.
The flowers on the windowsill, touched by the mist, looked like they were in bud, exuding a charming and captivating aura.
The only sound in the room was the air conditioning vent.
