But why can she always read a touch of loneliness and sadness in An Luoming's eyes?
It must be the sorrow of rich families.
After taking a shower, I put on a black bath towel and went out, with my waist-length hair just wet and trailing behind me.
It still smells like that bottle of shampoo with unintelligible words written all over it.
It smells very similar to that bastard~~
Turn on the lights.
"Ah——! You...why did you run into my room!?"
Lin Fan looked at An Luoming sitting on the bed in horror.
He is so good-looking, with a perfect face, fair skin, and chestnut-brown hair.
A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes with an aloof and unruly look like an eagle.
Tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, pert hips, and slender, beautiful legs crossed.
The most important thing is that he exudes the aura of a prince in a devil's castle. Coupled with the black clothes, it has a magical power that makes people want to stop.
"This was originally my room~ It was you who locked me out."
He put on an innocent face. Is this his room?
I should have realized it a long time ago, the smell of the shampoo, and the design that definitely fits his style...