Qu Jinxin's lips are always slightly hooked with a light and indifferent arc, reaching out to brush the hair hanging in front of his shoulders to the back of his head.

the cuffs of the broad bathrobe fade to the curve of her arms as she raises her hands, showing her slender white arms. The hair turns in the air and draws a beautiful arc. A light fragrance lingers in her nose. Chi Ruize's expression is a little worried.

when Qu Tingting saw Chi Ruize's God shaking, her eyes flashed a bit of sinister.

it's clear that everything planned and the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has been easily resolved by this bitch....