The buttons on his shirt were unknowingly undone, revealing a partially open chest that showed a faint, attractive redness under the influence of alcohol.
His entire demeanor exuded an air of unparalleled beauty.
A man like him, lying there with a hint of intoxication under the sunlight, would make any woman scream with excitement. He was too stunning—it was no wonder he had so many fans.
Chenxing thought to herself and couldn't help but knock on her head: Stop swooning!
But, oh, if she took a photo of him in this state and posted it on Weibo, her follower count would soar to unimaginable heights by the end of the day.
"Hua Hua, have some sober-up tea, will you?"
Hua Hua's beautiful almond-shaped eyes lifted slightly, his lips curving into a silent smirk. He lazily shifted onto his side, hugged his own arm, and remained sprawled in a relaxed pose, eyes closed and brimming with drowsiness.
