Seeing his dejected expression, Lin Xian teased, "Getting the cold shoulder?"
"Completely no common topics!"
With a helpless sigh, Lin Shu soon put on a smile again and led Lin Xian to the center of the living room, in front of the
giant sofa.
In the hall, eight beauties were divided into three small circles.
A few of the ladies held red wine elegantly, leaning on the deck's railing, admiring the night view while
chatting softly about the contents of some high-end magazine.
The sea breeze brushed by, making the hair of the three sway in the wind, matched with their graceful postures, it was full of allure. Suddenly, it seemed like
they noticed Lin Xian's gaze, and the three beauties turned their heads, offering a smile. Lin Xian slightly raised
his wine glass, smiled, considering it a greeting. And on the sofa in the hall, four beauties were sitting there, discussing
