Tao Yuhao entered.
The interior style of the room seemed to match Jing Moyan's personality.
There was a subtle flamboyance within its subdued elegance, with unified colors, luxurious yet permeated by a sense of tranquility.
Within the light gray high-end fabric sofa, the man lounged lazily.
His bangs slightly fell over his forehead, making him look quite wild.
Upon hearing her footsteps, he lifted his eyelids.
His eyes were restrained and profound, his face deep in thought; seeing him like this, Tao Yuhao had her heart skip a beat.
Is he unhappy?
Or is he always like this, just that she hadn't noticed?
People outside say he's very cold, don't they?
No one has ever seen him smile, he's as icy and aloof as a god, unparalleled in nobility and handsomeness.
His gaze was fixed directly on her.
Tao Yuhao put on a look as if she was about to cry, "Moyan, you're looking at me like this, you're going to scare me to death."
Jing Moyan raised an eyebrow, his gaze becoming deeper.
