Gao Jun gazed at her silently, Lin Xinxuan at this moment, the serious look on her face had a unique charm.
The intellectual aura about her grew stronger, as if in an instant, she transformed from a delicate woman needing care into a dignified and steady sister or elder. She possessed a sense of distance that kept people at bay, yet also exuded an irresistible tenderness, a calmness that did not lack sensuality.
Combined with the faint scent of grass and wood perfume on her, these aromas intertwined to create a unique and captivating fragrance, which made Gao Jun somewhat intoxicated and mesmerized.
Gao Jun inched closer to her snow-white and tender cheeks, his eyes filled with deep affection and concentration. Lin Xinxuan's eyes trembled slightly, as her gaze began to involuntarily dodge, she lowered her head slightly and said softly, "Gao Jun, it seems that you've not been in touch with Sister Zhiyan as much lately."
