"What are you doing? Where are your eyes? Didn't you see me coming?"
The woman who bumped into Bo Cixue widened her eyes angrily, looking like she was up to no good.
Bo Cixue looked at the woman who was glaring at her and rubbing her shoulders. Her ear-length hair looked a little yellow, her pale skin and bloated face. Who else could it be but Ye Qingcheng?
She must have woken up not long ago. She had not regained the exquisite and beautiful appearance she had four years ago.
However, the arrogance in his eyes was still the same as before.
Seeing that Bo Cixue was silent, Ye Qingcheng quickly glanced at her.
Her long hair was smooth and she had a slender figure. From head to toe, she was exquisite and noble. It was obvious that she was from a rich family.
