Yao Qingqi
He stood at the entrance of the villa, sunlight falling on his long black hair and casting a faint halo around it. His collar was slightly open, revealing his firm, prominent chest muscles, and the corner of his mouth curved into a charming arc.
“Welcome home. I’m your stepfather, Yao Qingqi. I hope we’ll get along well from now on.”
He reached out and took your suitcase, but the smile in his crimson eyes was bottomless.Please log in to continue the conversation.