She dared not to speak loudly, afraid the security outside would hear and the news would spread that the megastar and his assistant were in such an intimate setting in the small dark room of someone else's mall. It wasn't just about her dying for certain, it would be the end of him too!
Yu Zexiao's body was clean and spotless, unlike Situ Xuan's, which was surrounded by a faint scent of cologne and cigar aroma. There was not a trace of any other smell on him, just a hint of warmth from the sun. His entire being, wasn't like Situ Xuan's either, delicately handsome, mature, and reserved. If Situ Xuan was like a subtle ink painting, then Yu Zexiao was like a vibrant oil painting. Every inch of his lines, every rise and fall, was filled with vitality and energy, dazzling and rich.
