I ji rufeng's bride must be unique

The sun was shining brightly in the sky as the Yuyao laid on the soft bed. She was lazy and didn't even want to move a finger.

Ji Rufeng stood in front of the french window with his hands behind his back. His back was as straight as a pine tree and he wore a pure white Fan Si Zhe shirt. There was a cigarette between his two fingers, but he did not light it.

Yuyao subconsciously covered her forehead, blocking the blinding light. A pair of clear and beautiful eyes stared at his back without blinking, as though she was thinking of something. But at the same time, it seemed like she wasn't thinking of anything.

After a long while, Ji Rufeng suddenly turned his head around without any warning, and Yuyao's gaze met with his smiling eyes. It was too late to dodge, in that instant of lightning and fire, Yuyao felt as though even his soul had been sucked away.