Don't Move Around
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seventh Master's figure was the ideal echelon type, balanced from top to bottom.
He had firm shoulders and a broad chest.
He had long legs that could not be concealed even in the simplest of slacks.
Sometimes, Mu Anan would also think about it.
She liked Seventh Master so much not only because this man saved her and gave her a second life.
More importantly, the man was outstanding.
He had amazed her for all her years since she was young, so much so that Mu Anan felt that everyone was ordinary.
Because she had already seen the most colourful colours, she felt bland about all the others.
When Mu Anan was lost in thought as she watched, Zong Zhengyu, who was originally on the phone, slowly turned back.
He was going to take a cigarette from the table, but after seeing Mu Anan, he waved at her.
His left hand was still holding the phone, but he opened his right hand.