Ye Xiao's index finger lightly touched the cool, thin lips, slowly caressing their shape. She considered it a truly perfect face and believed that in over nine thousand years, she had seen quite a few attractive people, but except for that bastard Heavenly Dao, the one in front of her was the most handsome.
"Ye Xiao, I'm here to rescue you."
Just as Ye Xiao was about to further explore the beautiful face before her, the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open.
Her good moment abruptly interrupted, Ye Xiao turned around with an unhappy face to look at the doorway.
There stood Qiao Xuanxuan, holding a broom with a dazed expression, staring at her. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth could fit an egg, looking as if she had seen a ghost.
The broom dropped to the floor with a "slap," and the dust covered her face.
After rubbing her eyes several times, Qiao Xuanxuan finally believed what she was seeing.
Oh my god, what did she just see? Was that her Fourth Uncle?
