Third Young Master Jun's eyes slightly twinkled, Ivanov's enthusiasm, as well as Miss Yiren's attitude toward Hua Lunxi, sparked a lightning-fast thought in his mind.
Although it was still a vague concept, it was shocking enough.
This woman named Yiren... his eyes sharpened. Could she be...
Could she be the sister that Hua Lunxi had been searching for all this time?
With this thought, his heart was seized with shock. As he pieced together all the suspicious details, his brows furrowed deeply, his inscrutable gaze fixed on Yiren, his pupils minutely shrinking, crossing over with a sharp gleam.
"Why are you looking at me without blinking?" Yiren's voice dripped with coquetry, her eyes seductively misty, brimming with laughter, her luscious lips curling into a tempting curve.
Her snow-white arm slowly climbed, pressing against his broad, firm shoulder, drawing her body even closer to his.
