After Mr. Yang and the others left, the room was left with just the couple deeply in love.
Yu Xia ignored the heated gaze beside her and intended to take off the wig. As soon as she touched the hairpiece, Xie Qingci stopped her.
"Can you wear it a little longer?" His hands couldn't stay idle for even a second. He naturally pulled her into his arms, looked at her intensely, and said, "I haven't seen enough yet."
Usually, her style leans towards elegant lady or regal queen, so it's rare to see her looking so cute and pure.
Also, this side of her was very intriguing to him.
"Was this how you looked at eighteen?" He, craving contact, pressed closer to her and asked in her ear.
Yu Xia, unable to push him away, rubbed her itchy ear and said, "I was more like this at sixteen. At eighteen, I could wear very pretty dresses, so I naturally wore dresses every day."
Back when she was a minor, her brother kept a close watch on her.
