Yan Sijue's smile grew gentler in his eyes, and he walked over to embrace her, looking at the two of them in the mirror: "You look good in anything you wear."
"Then what do you think I look best in?" Mu Yiliang asked curiously.
Her usual dressing style was not fixed; sometimes on a whim, she would try some unusual combinations.
Wondering if Young Master Yan's taste had improved now.
Yan Sijue's gaze darkened slightly as he exhaled a breath by her ear, his voice low and husky: "You look best without clothes."
"..." Mu Yiliang blushed and pushed him away, "I'm going downstairs to have breakfast!"
This rascal!
Mu Yiliang turned and left the closet, remembering his ambiguous voice that made her feel as if her heart was burning.
Some images unexpectedly appeared in her mind, his hands brushing over her, scorching kisses landing on her chest, sensually calling her name...
Her heartbeat thudded wildly.
