He did not push her away, nor did he speak.
His gaze on her was as cold as a stranger.
She looked up slightly and from this angle, he could see her face clearly.
Her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, and it seemed like there was a hook on them, unconsciously charming people.
Under her tall nose, her lips were red.
Her palm-sized face was flushed red from drunkenness, bright and charming.
After not seeing her for three years, she had become even more charming.
Three years ago, he was an inexperienced boy. How could he escape from a woman like her?
He smirked slightly, a devilish look on his well-defined handsome face. His long fingers lifted her small and exquisite chin. "Why are you called Lan Yue?"
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of danger.
Tang Wu only dared to call Lan Yue's name in her dreams. In reality, she had not mentioned him once in the past few years.
