mu weiwei leaned against the spacious and comfortable chair and played with her phone for a while. soon, she lost interest.
she put down her phone and turned her head to look at fu linchen, who was sitting opposite her.
under the dim light, the man's deep and exquisite facial features lost their usual fierce and threatening aura and appeared much gentler.
because of his sleeping posture, a strand of hair on his forehead fell down and messed up his meticulous hairstyle, making him look a little childish.
mu weiwei moved closer to him subconsciously and realized that fu linchen's skin was really good. it was fair and delicate. even though she was so close to him, she could not see a single pore on his skin. even as a woman, she was jealous.
"he's obviously an old man, how can his skin be so good? did you get a whitening injection?" mu weiwei mumbled, unconvinced.
the man in his sleep seemed to have heard her voice, and his body moved subconsciously.