"You have a mole," he said, "a teardrop mole, all on the left eye."
Cheng Zhu leaned down like this, one moment observing her face now unimpeded by those black-framed glasses, and the next glancing at the tablet, blatantly making comparisons!
They were so close that even with her severe shortsightedness, she could make out his features pretty well.
And Hu Yan even felt like she could sense the aura of Daddy, the big spender.
Die, just die like this.
She never expected to endure such torture in her own home!
Lying on the couch, with her hands raised above her head, her palms were pinned down onto the couch by his large hands. The tablet was placed beside her face, and he would alternate between looking at her with a teasing gaze and then at the tablet.
His playful eyes were causing a total overflow of embarrassment within her.
Too much, far too much.
