Gu Qian was feeling uneasy when suddenly a large hand wrapped around her shoulder. She reflexively turned her head and saw Mo Beichen standing silently behind her, his expressionless face staring at her, and her heart skipped a beat.
"You..."
Mo Beichen's pitch-black eyes unblinkingly surveyed her. She had put on makeup, making her facial features even more delicate, and her dewy eyes were bright and wide, like a startled deer looking at him.
She looked very uncomfortable, her gaze wandering around his chin, not daring to meet his eyes.
Mo Beichen's thin lips were slightly pursed, and his gaze fell on her exposed neck and shoulders, looking inexplicably profound. He said indifferently, "Why are you standing here like a fool? Go sit down."
The sons of fortune on the cruise had just noticed such a beautiful woman, like a sprite that had leaped into the mortal world, and were about to approach her when Mo Beichen beat them to it.
