Jiang Yunnuan: "..."
'I don't even have to think to know what he's talking about.'
'These things had to be faced sooner or later, so she had no intention of running away.'
She obediently followed his steps, a few threads of anticipation and nervousness sprouting in her heart.
In the dim light, the tips of her ears quietly blushed a faint crimson.
They walked in silence.
When they returned to the villa, they saw a tall, upright figure standing by the main gate.
The man had fiery red hair and a devilishly handsome face, and he was dressed in a black combat uniform.
The high-end, custom-tailored uniform perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long, powerful legs, making him look like a walking mannequin.
He exuded a potent mix of hormones and power. Cool, handsome, wild, and charismatic—he was stylish and attractive in a way that was hard to describe.
'Feng Qianyan? What's he doing here?'
