C2173 Don't Wash Your Face

Yao Ziyan gazed intently at Lo Chuan, her expression grave as she pondered the age difference between them. Her furrowed brow soon smoothed out.

She reached out and tenderly stroked Lo Chuan's cheek.

Leaning in, she gently cradled the still-unconscious boss in her arms.

"I love you the most. We will always be together..."

Lo Chuan was dreaming.

The details of the dream were hazy