"Why are you here?"
After sending off the drunken director, Ling Lu looked up at the man before her with misty, almond-shaped eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. Stimulated by the alcohol, her lips were a deep, vivid red, and her eyes shimmered with a moist, luminous glaze. A faint flush stained her porcelain skin; she looked like a ripe, velvety peach hanging in a forest during autumn, waiting to be plucked.
*She really is enough to turn anyone’s head.* Gu Linyun sighed inwardly.
Chapter 125