"Dear, do you like this Imperial Ming Vase?" Han Qingshan whispered in Jiang Yingyue's ear, and her face gained a red tint because of the air that was being blown onto her ear.
Jiang Yingyue had an attractive blush on her face. Her eyes sparkled like the starry sky, as she looked at Han Qingshan, not at all hearing what he had said before, and only focusing on his handsomeness.
Seeing her lost in his beauty, Han Qingshan chuckled and reached out, gently caressed her head, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
The action was natural, but everyone who saw it could not help but feel that they were fed a bowl of dog food.
Zhou Yan's eyes had cooled immensely when he saw the gestures of intimacy between the two others. He felt that someone had sliced open his heart, but he could not afford to do anything to Han Qingshan right now.
