As soon as Ning Yun pushed open the box door, she saw a man sitting lazily on the dimly lit sofa. She was used to this kind of scene. Her white fingertips touched the cold wine bottle, and before she could put it on the table, the man who had closed his eyes to relax opened his eyes.
There was a hint of ridicule in her tone: "When did Miss Ning start to enjoy experiencing life?"
Intention: There is no way to hide love