Mu Yue was a mature woman, and a married one at that. Given these characteristics, both her temperament and her physical presence were extremely eye-catching.
At this moment, Mu Yue's hair was slightly damp, and her cheeks were tinged with the color of peach blossoms. It seemed to be the result of the temperature difference between the inside and outside.
Li Xiaoqiang swallowed and said, "Sister Mu Yue, you are really beautiful."
When Mu Yue heard Li Xiaoqiang's words, she bit her lip lightly and chuckled, "That's right, you have such a silver tongue. If it were a young girl, she would surely be taken in by you. But your Sister Mu Yue has been tempered by society, you can't fool me that easily."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoqiang laughed heartily, "That's for sure, Sister Mu Yue, what are you saying? I'm not trying to deceive you, am I? And you, such a beautiful woman, why would you go for someone like me?"
