Jun Moling's eyes, as dark as ink, were fixed unwaveringly on Shen Ruoxi.
Under the dazzling lights, her beauty was breathtaking.
Even though Jun Moling never considered himself a shallow person who judged by appearances, he had to admit that Shen Ruoxi's beauty had a fatal attraction to him.
The feeling of affection, under the blessing of this beauty, was like surging waves crashing against his heart.
Shen Ruoxi met his somewhat profound gaze, and heard his hoarse and low voice in her ear, "Ruoxi, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Whenever he called her name with such deep affection and longing, the sound seemed to linger intimately between his lips and teeth for a long time before emerging, always sending a shiver down Shen Ruoxi's spine.
"Of course, the truth." Shen Ruoxi answered without hesitation.
