C162 Doting wife

Her flawless, handsome face emitted a warm glow under the light. Her half-black hair hung down her forehead. Her face was perfect and elegant, as if she had been sculpted.

"Don't look at me." Song Haojun looked at the book, rubbing her hand on her stomach, moving it to her face, covering her eyes.

Originally, restraining this kind of thing would have been very arduous