When Liu Siyu faced her brother-in-law, Zhao Chi, her emotions were very complex. He was the man she had been longing for recently but ultimately couldn't approach.
Liu Siyu wasn't sure if she loved him or if she had ever hated him, but it was precisely this complex emotion that caused her such pain and torment, engraving it deep into her heart all the more.
Gradually, Liu Siyu stopped daydreaming, her pretty face regained calm, and she even looked at Zhao Chi with a hint of expectation and impulse.
Her eyes, like ripples of water, gently closed, her long eyelashes slightly quivering, her flushed and delicate face, fair yet rosy, her exquisite lips gently parted, as if about to divulge some sentiments.
This was like a delicate rose, now readily pickable. His rapid breathing, mixed with the fragrance of a young girl, was visually intoxicating and aromatically rich with affection.
