She stood in the play of light and shadow, dressed in a bright red lettered T-shirt paired with white overalls, her face bare, without a touch of makeup, her delicately slender eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes shining with a broken-star smile.
Even though she was a woman, her brows and eyes carried the charm of a noble son from ancient times, a hint of the raffish allure of princes and dukes hanging about her.
She spoke with a laugh, her tone melodious and tinged with a hint of flirtation.
That smile, those words, that air, they were strikingly reminiscent of a scene from an old-school over-the-top romance novel, where the heroine ends up in the wrong room for a hotel tryst.
Jiang Xing'er, "..."
Embarrassment.
Realizing that she had conjured up a scene from a CEO-and-timid-wife drama she had been duped into watching in her naive younger days, a faint crack appeared on Jiang Xing'er's usually cool and composed expression.
