That girl should also have Xia Micheng’s bedazzling brilliance, as well as her endearing bullheadedness and pride.
Prior to meeting Xia Micheng, Lu Yuzhen had never imagined how that girl should be.
But after meeting Xia Micheng, Lu Yuzhen felt that Xia Micheng had fulfilled all of his fantasies— that girl should be like her.
As Lu Yuzhen lay on Xia Micheng’s pillow, her scent still lingered on it. He felt that her scent was familiar the first time he smelled her, as if he had been searching for that particular fragrance for ages; he couldn’t help but be enthralled by it.
Lu Yuzhen covered his reddened eyes with one hand. A charcoal fire seemed to be burning in his throat; all he could think of was her appearance when she was in that silken nude night dress.
He was still wearing the leather belt that she had given to him. If he could get those little hands with the pastel pink nails to put themselves on that belt...