Bao Jingyan stared at Su Ruanruan.
His eyebrows and eyes were fully expressive, and the corners of his mouth slightly tilted upward.
Carrying a bit of allure.
She wore a beige knitted dress.
Tied with a coffee-colored slim belt.
Her waist-length brown hair slightly curled at the ends.
Very womanly.
Bao Jingyan's Adam's apple moved uncontrollably up and down.
In four years, he had only seen her once.
Now, his Ruanruan had grown into a mature woman.
While he was sizing up Su Ruanruan, Su Ruanruan was also glancing at him.
But she only spoke to Jiarou.
Jiarou recognized her, hugging her leg and calling her "sister."
Su Ruanruan squatted down.
She hugged the soft little thing.
Jiarou was only five years old.
Her body smelled sweet, carrying a hint of milk.
Su Ruanruan's heart felt a bit soft and also a bit sorrowful.
She kissed the little one and took out a big box from her suitcase.
Her voice gentle: "A birthday gift."
Jiarou opened it to look.
