Su Ningyan was lying on the bed when she opened her eyes, she saw small beads of sweat on Zhuo Junyue's forehead, as if he was working hard.
She couldn't help but lightly touch the corners of his forehead, his thick eyebrows, sharp nose, and sexy lips.
His features were as exquisite as a sculpture, she couldn't help but stared in awe.
Zhuo Junyue sensed it, and his eyebrows lightly lifted, "Little imp, am I handsome, Uncle? So handsome that you're mesmerized?"
Falling into his trap, Su Ningyan unconsciously replied, "Mm, Uncle is very handsome, you're the most handsome man I've ever seen."
This sentence made Zhuo Junyue very content, attributing it to her good taste. No need for a corrective sense of aesthetics!
"Little imp, you're shameless, praising a man like this?"
Scoundrel, you're the one who asked first.
His words made Ningyan blush in embarrassment. You old beast!
