Qi Nanfeng stared at her face, feeling a strong sense of unfamiliarity.
He had long known that his ex-wife had mourned for him for three years within the mansion, working diligently and without complaint.
But after all, she was just a merchant's daughter, no different from an ordinary maid at home.
Dull and wooden.
Unlike the delicate Fifth Princess, who was a darling of heaven, carefree in her nature, and raised outside, capable of arousing his great interest and desire in anything.
The once submissive Ruan Mian now seemed not to be what he had imagined.
At this moment, Ruan Mian extended her hands, lifted up his pant leg, and felt the fractured calf.
Qi Nanfeng lowered his eyes, just in time to see her small nose and those lightly trembling eyelashes, causing his mind to wander.
Previously, he had never thought that Ruan Mian might be a beauty!?
