This was the first time Pu Yi admired Lin Chu from this angle.
She looked at Lin Chu in the mirror, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes casting a three-point shadow. With a gentle look on his brows and a smile on his lips, he concentrated on blow-drying her hair.
Lin Chu was more than half a head taller. This posture made her look so petite and exquisite, as if she was being held in his arms.
She curled her toes, feeling a little ashamed for no reason.
Lin Chu's chuckle came from above his head: "Yiyi, are you peeking at me?"
