"Hmm."
After a few casual lines of dialogue, the man watched her with a nonchalant expression as he got into bed. His long arms stretched out to pull her into his embrace, and he began staring at her again, soft affection rippling in his eyes. The face that seemed sculpted by a divine artisan had an indiscernible intent, and his sharply outlined lips bore an irresistible charming smile.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, tell Lord what you did today?"
Looking into his insightful eyes, Zhan Se was momentarily baffled and shook her head.
"Nothing much, just went out with Sun Qing and had coffee with Ai Lun."
"Hmm, it's good to go out and relax."
The man still spoke indifferently, stretching his limbs, showing no intention of probing further. However, his devilishly charming eyes remained fixed on her cheeks, and the heat from his body kept rising. Especially the hard bulge below his waist, which was so burning hot it almost made her forget to breathe.
