Chen Dashan held the teacup in his hand while looking up at Zhao Leyao opposite him.
Today, Zhao Leyao was wearing a light blue long dress, with a spaghetti strap neckline. On either side of her fragrant shoulders, two butterfly knots were tied, as if the dress could fall off at any moment with a gentle pull.
Her snow-white skin was even more porcelain-like and dazzling under the light, with delicate collarbones and an elegant temperament.
Her long hair was casually tied at the back of her head, with pearl earrings shining brilliantly. They seemed quite valuable, adding a few touches of gentle beauty.
"Didn't I come here?"
Zhao Leyao smiled, with two sweet dimples on the corners of her mouth. Her big almond eyes curved, sweet enough to reach one's heart.
As she spoke, Zhao Leyao stood up, stepping forward with her long legs under the dress towards Chen Dashan.
