Beating the Daughter Every Day

After watching TV for a while, Liu Chang'an saw Qin Yanan come out. His gaze naturally fell on her. Everyone had a need to appreciate beauty and a sense of aesthetics; when they saw something beautiful, their eyes were naturally drawn to it. It was simply human nature's pursuit of beauty.

That was also why men kept stealing glances whenever they saw a beautiful woman on the street. Their female companions really did not need to tug their ears at such times to snap them out of it—that was nothing less than stifling human nature.

Over time, it might even cause a man's aesthetic sense and taste to decline. Then women would go online again to complain about their men's hopelessly straight-guy taste and the like.

Liu Chang'an's gaze traveled from the few toes exposed by Qin Yanan's high-heeled slippers all the way to the seductive corners of her eyes. A perfect woman was always exquisitely refined in every detail. The glossy color of her toenails and the temptation traced by the slight upward tilt of her eyes made one feel that, if one's eyes were a camera lens, every shot taken of her would be a perfectly composed photograph.

Her slender waist in particular did not need to sway deliberately; the graceful curves it drew with every step were enough to bring out endless charm. It was something many people could never achieve, no matter how deliberately they studied or trained for it.

After appreciating her for a few moments, Liu Chang'an withdrew his gaze and pointed to the spot beside him, signaling Qin Yanan, who had been about to sit on the low couch opposite him, to come over.

Qin Yanan pursed her lips, gave up her reserved manner, pressed down the hem of her skirt behind her,