Her brows were like kingfisher feathers, her skin like white snow, her waist slender as bound silk, her teeth like shellfish tucked between her lips.
Her dark brows arched like distant hills, her violet hair draped askew like spring mist.
"Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" Yao Ziyan seemed embarrassed by Luo Chuan's gaze, a faint blush blooming across her face.
"No." Luo Chuan sat up and stretched. Seeing the girl's slightly bashful expression, he suddenly felt playful. "I had my eyes closed just now, so that didn't count. We need to kiss again."
Yao Ziyan seemed to freeze for a moment, unable to sort out the logic in Luo Chuan's words. Once she understood, she could not help rolling her eyes. "No."
She always felt that this man was getting more and more insatiable.
Of course, it was not that Yao Ziyan disliked it. She simply was not quite used to it. After all, many things required the right atmosphere and all that. She still preferred the casual way she and Luo Chuan usually got along.
Luo Chuan clutched his chest, wearing an injured expression. Filming movies had improved his acting considerably.
"All right, get up already." Yao Ziyan sighed helplessly, leaned over, and kissed his cheek again. "Is that enough now?"
"Actually..."
Yao Ziyan wrinkled her nose and ignored whatever the boss had planned to say next. Leaving him only her back, she quickly vanished from his sight.
Luo Chuan smiled and looked out the window.
The morning sun had just risen. The sky was washed a clear blue, vast and high, and looking into the distance felt as though it could draw one's very mind away. A sea of snow-white clouds rolled slowly onward, stretching to the end of sight, gleaming