By the pond, a gentle breeze swayed the willows, making the branches sway like dancers on the stage of a grand theater performing Swan Lake.
San Miyairi looked at Lin Baici's untouched rice bag, then looked up at his back, her small cherry-like mouth slightly ajar, a look of astonishment crossing her face!
Could it be?
So audacious?
One must know this isn't child's play; facing rule pollution, a wrong decision could lead to death!
Lin Baici could maintain such courage in the face of enormous death risk, making San Miyairi truly look at him with new eyes this time.
The word admiration could last a lifetime!
"The more you act like this, Lord Lin, the more I want to have you!"
San Miyairi murmured.
Who doesn't want something good?
The cherry-blossom girl quickly glanced at Gu Qingqiu beside her, as long as this woman didn't make a move, other competitors were no problem.
Crushed!
"So arrogant!"
Gu Qingqiu shook her head but soon grinned with satisfaction: "But I like it!"
