Those were eyes that could capture a soul and enchant a spirit, deep gray eyes, unlike Wen Xiao'ai's clear ocean-like gaze, nor like Jun Moyan's deep and mysterious demeanor.
A unique eye color, seeming to harbor countless secrets, allowing anyone who glanced at them to become entranced.
Eyes that were utterly indescribable with words.
The room was pitch-black, yet it couldn't hide the light in his eyes at all.
"Feng Liyan."
As soon as Feng Liyan opened his eyes, he was tackled onto the bed by Wen Xiao'ai beside him.
Wen Xiao'ai hugged Feng Liyan's neck, her little face constantly rubbing against his neck with excitement.
"You little rascal, no ladylike manners at all." Feng Liyan's laughing voice rang out, his sexy tone intoxicating like peach blossom wine, with an unmistakable affection that made people feel good.
No one would be disappointed; this voice did not fall short of his face.
