The twilight illuminated her ink-black hair, and when Yan Huan pushed open the door, her delicate hand stroking the silk gently paused.
Immediately, she turned her head.
As her aloof and charming face looked toward the youth at the door, her expression was like fresh snow just cleared, revealing a faint but beautiful smile,
"Xiao Huan..."
"Phew~"
At this moment, the gentle breeze from the open window stirred the sheer curtains, carrying with it a hint of her light fragrance and words, wafting toward Yan Huan.
It was only at this moment that Yan Huan truly felt that Ye Shiyu indeed had a certain allure...
If she wasn't so frightening, indeed, she's not frightening.
Thinking about this idea that could make one's head sharp, Yan Huan also donned his expression management mask, showing a pleasant smile.
"Shi..."
However, before he could speak, a similarly extremely excited little head popped up beside him,
"Senior Sister Ye, here I am!"
