Fu Yuchen turned his head, squinting, looking at the woman with a captivating figure on the dance floor.
When she lifted her head, her curled long eyelashes and glass-like eyes were illuminated by the lights.
Even with two-thirds of her face covered by a black mask, people could sense beneath that thin black mask, this woman's appearance was absolutely stunning.
She turned her head, and her gaze unintentionally swept over the face of a young man on the couch.
Her eyes were hazy and affectionate, as if countless words were waiting to spill out from them.
The friends around Fu Yuchen started to coax.
"Brother Chen! That chick is eyeing you!"
"Incredible! Does every girl in Beijing now know that Brother Chen, you've hit the big time!"
"Brother Chen, drive your Ferrari and take her for a spin!"
Fu Yuchen rested one hand on the back of the sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth, blue smoke swirling, and his eyes couldn't move away from Lu Xiaoyou.
