She felt a bit embarrassed.
Tossing and turning, she couldn't fall asleep, but Su Junhao seemed especially tired; soon she heard his steady breathing.
Jian Yanyan got up from the bed, moved closer to Su Junhao, and looked at him intently. He was really good-looking; compared to Shen Mingfeng, he was certainly much more handsome and far richer. In every way, he was a hundred times better than Shen Mingfeng, yet she had been so deeply in love with Shen Mingfeng back then.
Thinking about it now, she wondered if her eyes were on her butt back then.
She reached out her hand, wanting to caress Su Junhao's face, but in the end, didn't dare to touch him. Her fingers just traced his features in the air.
