This was the first time he saw Cecilia wearing a dress; all the blood rushed to his head, flooding his mind, his gaze fixed on her bare calves. Her skin was as creamy and delicate as cream, making him dizzy, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest.
It used to be winter, and she always wore thick clothing, but now, with this outfit, he seemed almost unable to withstand it...
"Can we go?" Cecilia stood at the door of Ji Wu's room, looking at the man inside, as striking as a model walking out of a fashion magazine.
More precisely, he seemed like a character walking out of a comic book, yet the most disorienting thing about this man was that he seemed not to live in the real world.
Cecilia let out a low sigh, wondering when his exuberance would pass?
Outside, a few tall, strong men in black stood waiting, Ji Wu briskly waved a hand, signaling them not to follow.
This surprised the housekeeper, was the Fifth Young Master going out alone?
