Eleven looked down at Gu Liancheng, who was squatting in front of her. As she gazed at him, she found herself daydreaming.
From this angle, Gu Liancheng looked really...
Handsome.
If a person looks like this, they can't blame others for infatuating over them!
Isn't a face meant to be admired?
Who would believe that the man worshipped as a god by so many women in Xicheng was actually her husband? If she claimed this publically, people would probably think she's insane.
Eleven was so entranced looking at him, she didn't have time to avoid him when Gu Liancheng looked up.
"What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at your face. It's very good-looking."
"...Don't think you can get away with so much by just sweet-talking me."
"That goes against your word," Eleven pursed her lips, "Don't think I forgot. You explicitly told me you'd let go of the past if I came back with you."
