When Nan Xi got into the car, Lu Jianshen was looking at his computer.
He was sitting in the back seat, with his long legs crossed; his white shirt had the top two buttons undone, revealing his sexy collarbone.
From Nan Xi's angle, he was truly breathtaking.
No wonder everyone says that a man who is serious about his work is the most handsome—it's absolutely true.
Lu Jianshen now looked devastatingly handsome.
So, so handsome.
Watching him, Nan Xi suddenly felt her heart stir and couldn't resist the urge to kiss him.
Thinking this, she proceeded to do just that, lightening her movements like a little cat sneaking up.
With one hand cradling her chin and tilting her head, she had a perfect view of Lu Jianshen's profile. The lines were distinct, strong, and forceful; it was like a piece of exquisite craftsmanship by the heavens.
It was a pity not to kiss such a beautiful artisanal creation.
After watching for a while, Nan Xi's gaze landed on his thin, moist red lips.
