Tong Yan looked over, and Bo Yimo was leaning against the door. Today, he was dressed in a white casual shirt, which made his figure appear even more tall and slim. He exuded a sense of elegance, with his exquisite eyebrows and eyes. In the twilight morning light, he became even more alluring.
This was what people meant by "a person as gentle as jade, a young man unparalleled in the world."
Seeing him, Tong Yan somehow felt at ease.
#Knowing this mindset was incorrect, but still feeling that as long as it's him, it's fine#
Bo Yimo slowly walked towards her, curling his lips, "Darling, your body is really tempting..."
Really tempting...
Tempting...
Tempting...
...
Tong Yan realized, picked up a pillow next to her, and threw it right at him. Damn it, he was the one who changed her clothes!
Despicable!
Shameless!
Vulgar!
No shame!
At this moment, a voice sounded outside the door, "Young master, the Old Master has called for you to come downstairs."
Old Master?
