After closing the door and looking at herself in the mirror above the sink, Luo Xiaoqian's palms were already full of cold sweat.
Without further hesitation, she quickly washed her face and carefully used concealer and foundation to hide a few kiss marks on her neck that might show. She then went to the changing room to find a set of tightly wrapped clothing to put on. Checking in the mirror to ensure there were no flaws, she finally stepped downstairs.
In the dining room, Luo Ke was already sitting on the chair waiting for her. Just as Luo Xiaoqian walked in, the maid brought over the breakfast that Leng Zimo had prepared for her.
Looking at the breakfast on the plate, Luo Xiaoqian was suddenly not feeling as hungry.
Of course, it's not the breakfast's fault; she's just a bit worried about this trip to Rome.
Previously, she was looking forward to it.
But now, it suddenly has become something that gives her a headache.
