In Qin Yin's impression, Mr. Shen is a presence like the elegant breeze under pine trees, high and drawn out, with an especially unique demeanor, and he has never seen any particular emotions, seemingly always with a detached expression.
The Mr. Shen before him now, well, how to put it, seemed like he wanted to press that Third Miss of the Ye Mansion into the bed or something…
Qin Yin took another look and chose to turn around quietly, pretending not to see!
There was no one around, very quiet, a faint moonlight passed through the leaves of the sycamore tree, falling in fragments on Ye Zhi's surprise and sorrow updo and moonlight dress.
At this moment, she was being embraced, gently kissed, in a daze, as if something was pressed on her chest, it was the Little Traitor touching her…
She opened her glistening eyes, staring blankly at the Little Traitor, like a soft and cute little deer.
Shen Chen said hoarsely and softly, "Don't move, let me hold you."
