Standing in front of his tall and imposing figure, she suddenly didn't know where to place her hands and feet, and all the blood in her body was rushing to her head.
They say beauty lies in the bone, not the skin, but Mo Liuyun, who stood above her, was both lean and well-proportioned, possessing both skin and bone. His every gesture exuded an innate laziness and nobility that she couldn't resist—what was she to do?
Yet, his expression was distant and indifferent, shrouded in a coldness that kept people at bay, making Bing Xia hesitant to speak up. She stood quietly before the man she admired, feeling awkward as she let him scrutinize her from head to toe.
"Are you sure you want to come home with me? Is that right?" Mo Liuyun's gaze was penetrating, devoid of warmth.
"Yes."
She had gone through a lot of trouble to win him over, though her methods weren't exactly honorable.
