Madam VG, the editor-in-chief, lit a cigarette. Her gaze shifted and then landed back on the large screen.
Displayed were still the four photos that showcased the most fashionable moments of Li Xingwan and the others.
She truly was ethereal and untainted. She had a unique temperament akin to Madam VG. With just one glance, all attention was on her and no one else.
Very fitting.
Li Xingwan made her way to the cabin bedroom, followed by Fu Chengzhou. The man was dressed in a black suit, exuding an air of nobility. Today seemed destined to be unsettled.
He pulled off his necktie. His shirt's buttons, too, were undone by two.
Circling in his head were the phrases his wife had read out.
"Cool and abstinent Mr. Fu."
"Mature masculinity, broad shoulders, and a slim waist, Mr. Fu."
"Every day calling husband, Mr. Fu!"
Wanting to touch the abs, to kiss.
All of it was making him feel somewhat feverish.
Li Xingwan seemed a bit nervous. Looking around, she asked, "Where's Mobao?"