He looked up at the pure European-style crystal chandelier above his head.
The soft collar of his pajamas was floppy, revealing a slight glimpse of his chest. His collarbone plunged deep, sexy and unique. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke out from his crimson lips, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
It was impossible to shift your gaze from him.
A layer of inscrutable dark light floated in his deep emerald green eyes. Under the halo of moonlight, they held a somewhat imperceptible sense of indulgence.
On the bed, a figure pushed up, then got down and walked over to him. They gently rested their head against his shoulder, watching him on the phone and couldn't help but hug him around the neck in affection, "Master, you...."
Bo Qingyu glanced at her, his amorous eyes filled with interest.
He was smiling.
But it wasn't tender.
He was silencing her.
The woman was visibly startled.
No sound escaped her throat.
