As soon as Qiao Anhao opened the bathroom door, he saw Lu Jinnian who had returned from the next room after taking a shower. He was wearing pajamas and sitting on the bed where he was used to sleeping, with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

Qiao Anhao didn't even see Lu Jinnian's expression clearly, so she hurriedly withdrew her gaze, walked to the dressing table with her eyes down, and sat down.

The mirror on the dressing table is facing the bed. Every time Qiao Anhao looks in the mirror, he can always see Lu Jinnian through the mirror.

At first, Qiao Anhao only dared to glance at the man in a hurry. When she had been more times, she found that the man always had his eyes closed, as if he was really asleep. Only then did Qiao Anhao dare to look at Lu Jinnian through the mirror while applying cosmetics.

Qiao Anhao could fully imagine his face with her eyes closed, but since she first met him thirteen years ago, until now, as long as she looks at his face, she will feel amazed every time.

I don’t know if he closed his eyes and lost his cold and indifferent gaze. The unique cold air on his body dissipated a lot, making his whole face and lines softer.

Joan was so beautiful that she was so fascinated that she poured lotion onto the cotton pad and forgot to apply it on her face.

Although this is just her secret crush, if she can look at her so quietly, an indescribable warmth and happiness will always arise in her heart.

If he had been awake with his eyes open, she would never dare to look at him directly like this, because she would always look at him and then be able to see the unknown little things she had hidden in her heart.

Qiao Anhao's eyebrows and eyes became gentler. She couldn't help but raise her hand and gently touched Lu Jinnian's face reflected in the mirror of the dressing table. Then she couldn't help but hold her fingers and paint the outline of Lu Jinnian on the mirror. Then she stroked Lu Jinnian's eyebrows and nose. Finally, Qiao An's fingers stopped on Lu Jinnian's light red lips.

The feeling of kissing his lips three months ago suddenly appeared in her mind.

Even after three months, she still clearly remembered that his lips were soft and warm.

Qiao An's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, and her fingers rubbed his lips repeatedly on the mirror-reflected.
Chapter completed!