She was like a cinnabar-red rose, plump before blooming. Once the flower opened, its twisted branches were delicate with an antique charm, the serrated green leaves small and exquisite, yet the branch tips bore such grand and vivid buds.
Roses and roses belong to the same rose family; their complex, overlapping petals are gorgeous and richly colored, and many varieties of roses are just as charming as roses.
She was as likable as the rose, and her thorns were not as numerous as those of the rose.
Because she hadn't exercised, she was very soft, her skin as smooth as mutton fat jade. Wen Yangzhi's hand, wherever it touched, would press down softly, like the tender petals of a rose, leaving an imprint.
Wen Yangzhi's phone rang. He was about to hang up, but seeing that it was Zhao Qin calling, he swiped his finger and deliberately answered beside Yun Yuwan:
"What's the matter?"
