Damn it, how did this woman get into his room?
Who gave her the guts to dare hang herself around his neck?
Gu Siting's face darkened as he pushed the woman away, his deep-set eyes covered in a layer of icy frost, "Ming Yao, are you looking for death?"
She hadn't appeared before him for a while, and he thought she had learned to behave.
To his surprise, upon meeting again, she had become even more brazen!
Ming Yao's eyes, hazy with allure, gazed at the man before her. He was wearing a bespoke black shirt with the top three buttons undone, unveiling his exquisitely sexy collarbone and a glimpse of his firm chest.
Beneath his pitch-black short hair, his features were as if crafted meticulously by an artisan, unbelievably handsome and perfect.
His thin lips were pursed, exuding sharpness and a sense of superiority.
But they also inadvertently revealed his kingly aura.
Very domineering, and extremely cold and sharp.
He was the type she admired.