Xu Xiangbei was stunned, admiring the exquisite body sculpted like ice, the voluptuous and graceful curves that made one's heart skip a beat.
He reached out with trembling hands, but did not linger on that enticing body; instead, he pulled over a soft silk blanket and gently covered her.
The red makeup and candle shadows cherished themselves; who in the world could bear to harm the flowers?
When Sun Jiajia opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that Xu Xiangbei had already left, with only the flickering candle shadows remaining.
She felt both lucky and sad, sorrow rising from her heart, she curled up and broke into tears, crying like a child who had lost a toy.
Xu Xiangbei dialed Black Rose's number and sighed softly: "Let that kid Chen Yonghao go."
Black Rose appeared very surprised: "Isn't our Dr. Xu known for holding grudges? That kid was so arrogant before you, and you let him off so easily?"
