Ye Qilan could feel a pair of malevolent eyes staring at him through the monitor, whether it was Liu Yuan or Cao Shiyu, it wasn't surprising to him.
Since he had come, he had prepared for the worst.
"You're lost in thought again." Su Hongxing propped up Ye Qilan's chin, forcing him to look at her face. What was so interesting about that cold, lifeless monitor?
Ye Qilan played with Su Hongxing's slender, scallion-like fingers. "Amou, everything about you is lovely, even these hands are so beautiful."
In this world, could there be a woman more perfect than Su Hongxing? At least in his eyes, that was the case.
"What's so beautiful?" Su Hongxing looked at her own fingers, which were indeed slender. When she used to be chubby, there had been flesh on the back of her hands, and old Madam Jiang used to say that being plump was good, as it signified prosperity.
Because she had nearly been assaulted, she thought at the time that beauty was a sin and being ordinary was a blessing.
