The woman on the bed had flushed cheeks and misty, watery eyes.
He Jingyao's throat moved a few times, then he suddenly grabbed her hand and gently kissed it by his lips.
"...Why are you still at my place?" she suddenly asked in a low voice.
Perhaps because she had been drinking, her voice was slow and a bit husky, which added an indescribable sexiness.
"Because you haven't removed your makeup, I'll help you," he responded softly.
She pondered blankly for a moment, then nodded gently, "Right, I need to remove my makeup, otherwise I'll get wrinkles... "
He Jingyao's gaze became tender. He gently put down her hand, fetched a warm towel from the bathroom, and bent down to wipe her face.
Four years had passed, yet her skin remained soft and moist, showing no trace of aging.
However...
The man's fingertips touched the corner of her eye, where there was a faint scar barely visible unless one looked closely. In fact, such marks also appeared on her nose and chin.
