Under the scorching sunlight, Su Miaomiao's fair skin was tinged with a faint pink.
Her fox-like eyes turned a pale hue of tiger-eye, innocent and naive in appearance.
With just one glance, you could see right through her.
She had exerted so much effort and won the competition, only for it to be a means to cheer him up?
At that moment, Xie Yuan heard his own heart beating violently, out of control, beyond reason.
Among the many people present, it seemed as though they had all suddenly vanished.
In his eyes, there was only the petite figure of Su Miaomiao.
His left hand, adorned with Buddha beads, lifted and gently rubbed the top of her hair.
"Mm, I'm very happy..."
Dong Wenlei was thoroughly ignored, his face completely darkened.
On the way back, Xie Yuan stared at the two documents in his hands, lost in thought.
Su Miaomiao was utterly exhausted and curled up like a cat in the back seat to rest.
Xie Yuan reached for the blanket beside him and gently covered her with it.
