When the laughter in the living room stopped, Shen Tiancheng had already collapsed to the ground, his inherently sinister and delicate face now brimming with tears from his slanted, tear-filled eyes, exuding an indescribable rakish allure.
Perhaps because he had laughed for too long, even though he wished to kill Tian Tian now, his delicate and sinister face still carried a captivating smile.
An exuberant poppy, sinister and wanton, seductive and alluring to the extreme.
Because his eyes carried a hint of moisture, a lavish softness more than usual was added to his usual chilliness, and due to the prolonged laughter, he was already weak all over. Now, like a tender flower ripe for picking, he exuded a faint allure.
Looking at such a Shen Tiancheng, Tian Tian's gaze grew colder.
"Young Master Shen, I'll give you one more chance!"
