Lu Xiaobu slowly placed the artwork on the bed.
Then he just watched as the exquisite artwork's crystal-clear skin gradually turned from emitting a cold snow-white to a shy pink.
However, Lu Xiaobu wasn't anxious; he just appreciated it intently.
Slowly, the blush spread from her pretty face downward until it reached the crystal-clear toes like little silkworm babies.
Finally, the pink spread upwards again, reversing its flow, making Su Luoxue's earlobes become incredibly red.
Su Luoxue looked at the boss's naked and unrestrained gaze, her heart beating wildly like a little deer.
Shyness, anticipation, love, luck, and of course, fear.
But, among all these, the most overwhelming was anticipation.
In fact, the anticipation even overshadowed the shyness.
After all, you didn't see her at this moment, not turning over, not lowering her head, but looking at Lu Xiaobu with eyes filled with expectation.
