In the darkness, the reflection of a crescent moon in his eyes seemed to sparkle.
His gaze was deep, but obscured by the dim night, it was hard to see clearly.
Zuo Aiai didn't notice anything unusual about him, just smiled gently and said: "That's true, with guys like you, what kind of beauty can't you have! Of course you wouldn't be too excited."
Guys like you?
Talk about ambiguous!
He really never experienced getting any beauty he wanted!
But he didn't bother to explain much.
In fact, over the years, he'd cultivated an image that was exactly that of a profligate wealthy heir to outsiders.
Under the cover of night, He Ziyan's gaze was somewhat focused on her.
In truth, he had been very curious about what kind of woman Zuo Aiai was, to be able to warm up Ji Nanfeng's seemingly perpetual icy demeanor.
