"Mishael... Our relationship will never change!" Longzi flickered the red wine cup gently, and the deep eyes slowly fell. The unintelligible smile on the corners of the mouth stagnated there and never spread.

Mishal changed her face in an instant. As an aristocrat, what kind of scenes and people have never seen her before... It's the first time that I want to post it upside down, but obviously, the other side is not grateful.

There's something hanging on her face. Mishal thinks she's angry and her chest is fluttering, and the rage of a dress wrapped in a breast-wiping dress is getting rough and tumultuous.

Longzi looked up slowly, but...