Jiang Mian raised her eyes and fell into the man's gentle and profound gaze.
!?!?!
Her red lips parted slightly, and she finally said slowly, "Fu... Fu Sichen??"
Fu Sichen's hair, not styled in any particular way, hung down softly and lushly on both sides, lacking his usual sharpness and coldness, looking very much like an obedient puppy, perfectly embodying the image of a male college student.
He wore a clean white shirt, the buttons meticulously fastened to the top, and around his neck was draped a grey tie, exuding a lazy and casual sexiness.
You could vaguely make out his beautiful abs through the shirt.
Jiang Mian couldn't help but swallow.
Fu Sichen looked a bit young...
And a bit handsome.
Her heartbeat quickened, and suddenly, she didn't know where it was appropriate to look.
The man's voice was deep, his Adam's apple rolling slightly as he teased with a faint smile, "Mrs. Fu?"
Everyone outside had already consciously left.
