With her beautiful and radiant visage, the woman's eyes swirled, casting a lazy, cool gaze that enchanted irresistibly.
Especially when her voice subtly rose at the end, like a small hook, it lightly scratched across the bottom of one's heart.
It wasn't the overt lure of attraction between a man and a woman, yet it made your entire being...
...unable to suppress a quickening heartbeat.
Summer's heart was scorched by that dazzling look, and she quickly lowered her eyes, taking a sip of honey lemon water.
Tong Yao giggled shyly, feigning composure as she changed the topic, "Sister Ming Ge, what about mine? Don't you care about me anymore now that you have Summer?"
The young girl's voice was half sweet, half coquettish as she whined playfully.
It was a competition for affection.
