Mo Beiyuan nodded calmly.
"Yes?"
Yun Ran raised her eyebrows and blinked her beautiful watery eyes. Even though she wasn't smiling, she seemed to have stars in her eyes.
"It would appear that you've already guessed it."
"Yes, it's just a suspicion." Mo Beiyuan looked at her sideways. His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was faint, but it carried a gravel-like deepness that was especially pleasant to the ears.
Yun Ran definitely did not have a fetish for a person's voice, but she was aroused by his voice.
Her eyes met his cold and deep gaze.
At this moment, he must have just taken a shower. The secret guard had sent a message and he had come to look for her in a hurry. He had not worn his clothes properly. The collar was slightly open, and Yun Ran could clearly see the muscles in front of his chest. They were even and strong, and the lines of his muscles were smooth and beautiful. It was just that not much was revealed. It was not satisfying to look at.
