Leng Sichen's gaze swept over Xia Yuxun, gliding across her bare, rounded shoulders, slender waist, evenly pale long legs, and finally resting on the outline of her chest, nearly spilling out...
In only a second, he had silently taken in her entire figure, suppressing the jealousy that almost erupted on the spot.
A second later, his expression unchanged, he walked straight to Nangong Lin, extended his hand, and said, "Sorry for being late, traffic jam on the way, happy birthday."
"Thank you, thank you..." Nangong Lin smiled like a trumpet flower, shaking hands with him, obviously just for the sake of the little treasure beside him.
Their gazes met in mid-air, and within a moment, they had an unspoken exchange.
[You've really duped me over these years!]
[Heh, one only treasures what they've lost after it's gone, young man. I'm teaching you a lesson in life.]
[You suddenly thrust this responsibility onto her, aren't you afraid she can't handle it?]
