The young man is dressed in red, with scorpion-patterned cloud sleeves, and his black hair is pulled up high by a gold crown inlaid with biluan. His facial features are plump and handsome, and under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows are a pair of charming peach blossom eyes.
He sat on the main hall, crossed his legs, looking cynical.
Liu Zhaozhao stared blankly at the man in front of him who was completely different from the young and immature young man in his memory.
Yan Wu's slender and powerful fingers hooked like water, but he didn't know that this move took away Liu Zhaozhao's heart. The corners of his mouth raised a beautiful curve, and a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes stared at her every move, and then he said:
"Junior sister, why are you so stunned?"
The magnetic and hoarse voice sounded, shaking Liu Zhaozhao's heart. She breathed heavily and spoke tremblingly:
"Brother, I..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
