Qiao Mo inexplicably wanted to retreat, but her hand was firmly held, making it impossible to break free.
Fu Nancheng's dark eyes were like water, gazing at her silently.
Though she had a cold, aloof nature since she was a child, she somehow always drew people's eyes, making them want to protect and pamper her.
If she remembered correctly, the orphanage director and teachers all treated her well back then.
Although her temperament wasn't particularly likable, she somehow made people want to spoil her.
But what he hadn't expected was, after all these years had passed,
the coldness in her had faded a little, replaced by a touch of coquettishness and a kind of alluring beauty that might invite ill intentions from men.
Looking at her rosy lips and white teeth, a trace of amorous feeling arose in his heart.
Withdrawing his gaze, he couldn't help feeling a bit irritated inside.
How did she grow up to look like this, and he wondered how many people would be pining for her.
