Fu Yu at this moment was completely different from the cold, distant and scornful man when she first met him.
He leaned against the wall, swaying slightly. The eyes that were usually as cold as cold pools were now covered with a layer of chaotic warmth, and the dark pupils were filled with emotions that she couldn't understand. The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to his smooth forehead. There was an abnormal blush on her cheeks, her normally tight lip lines were slightly open, and her breathing was rapid.
He was wearing a black suit that was slightly messy, with an open collar, revealing his clear collarbones. The whole body exudes an extremely suppressed hot hormone - dangerous, and extremely alluring.
Even so, he was still stunningly handsome. Every inch of the silhouette outlines the ultimate sexiness under the light.
Wen Zhixia's heartbeat suddenly went out of order.
