She changed into a set of black clothing.
"Come here!" Ye Ling said.
Shen Qianshu was standing in front of a line of clothes thinking of what to wear when she was pulled by the overbearing CEO. She staggered and fell into his arms. Every bit of Ye Ling's hands merged with hers and interlocked her fingers.
In the night, his eyes were so deep that they were astonishing.
Shen Qianshu raised her head and looked at his eyes. She was surprised to discover something. "Master, you are wearing cosmetic contact lens."
They were light blue and looked like the sky. They were very pretty. His eyes looked very bright.
He lifted his hand and brushed her face, her hair, and her earlobes. His warm hand touched her every part of her skin inch by inch, which gave her waves of shudders. Shen Qianshu's scalp became numb. A gush of warm blood rushed into her face, and it was all red.