C1997 1997

"Think about it." Jiang Yining raised her eyes, her peach blossom eyes curving slightly as they shimmered with striking beauty. "Aren't we already meeting?" Mu Chen braced one hand on the sofa and leaned closer, his dark, deep eyes fixed on hers. They were so close their foreheads nearly touched, their breaths tangling. "Seeing each other is enough for Ning?" His voice was low and pleasant