The girl opened her bright, alluring eyes, gazing at him with a pitiful expression, her long lashes fluttering, full of pleading, hope, and helplessness. It was as if there were lakes dancing in her pupils, capable of making people sink into them.
After returning home that day, she slept with the exhaustion of a little piglet, an image he remembered clearly.
Her soft and cute pleading struck him like a gentle breeze.
Damn it.
His dark eyes flickered, and he, who was always self-controlled, found himself unable to resist this little woman's pleas.
Jiayi held her breath, waiting for his response.
After a moment of silence, Huo Zhenyang propped up her chin, his lips curving into a teasing smirk, "Oh? Is it truly to taste the life of a celebrity? Or is it to make your family recognize you and come for you?
How laughable, he had almost been moved by her pathetic state just a moment ago.
What kind of schemes she had in mind with those photos, he knew all too well.
