After kissing, Cen Xi held Qiao Yanze's well-defined face and looked at him unblinkingly. She had not looked at him carefully after he came.
Dark eyebrows, slender eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips… After recovering his usual appearance, he had returned to the charming rich young master again. He was like a work of art carved by God carefully, every inch of muscle and outline was just perfect.
Cen Xi looked at the man and was slightly dazed when she thought that this man would be hers in the future.
"What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking that if a woman were to seduce you in the future, I would show her the picture of when you were poisoned and watch her escape with her tail between her legs."
Qiao Yanze bit the woman's earlobe. "You took an ugly picture of me?"
Red lips curved upwards. "Yes, are you afraid now? If you are, you can't give other women a chance in the future."
