Even after sensing that Qin Yu had already put on his clothes, Su Xihe still did not turn around.
Damn it.
That image seemed to be imprinted in her mind, impossible to erase.
Once again, the truth proved that the more you try to forget something, the harder it is to forget.
Whether it's a person or an object, it's the same.
She finally understood why Liu Zixiao seemed out of sorts that day and insisted on supervising herself.
It turned out, she was frightened and wanted her good sister to share the burden.
This sister.
Could be really wonderful!
Su Xihe felt like grinding her teeth to bits.
Just wait, Liu Zixiao, as long as she finds an opportunity!
Qin Yu's gaze involuntarily fell on the Sect Leader's cheek, that rosy glow, resembling the first bloom of peach blossom in early spring, tender and alluring, reflected in the morning light, exuding a subtle, indescribable charm.
