On the second floor in the master bedroom, after Tang Xiaowan finished her bath and had just lain down, preparing to stretch lazily, Leng Lingxiao suddenly barged in and sat down right next to the bed.
Their eyes met, and they were very close.
Although Tang Xiaowan was a bit taken aback, she still managed to smile with feigned nonchalance, "Is there... something you need?"
"Tangtang, do you think I'm old?"
The man's gaze was intense, his voice deep, as he stared at her foolishly.
How could she think he was old? In her heart, he was incredibly handsome, so much so that it was almost universally annoying.
At that moment, she even wanted to reach out and touch those captivating eyes.
"No, not old at all, not in the slightest."
"You mean it?"
"Of course, look at those handsome features, and these strong muscles, how could..."
