The young man was wearing black jeans and black shirt that made him look more stunning under the moonlight.
Looking at the full view of the young man's appearance, the word 'beautiful' would not suffice to describe him.
Unparalleled beauty!
Just like brother Yun?
No! Different!
Yu Yan remained speechless. She was still sitting on the ground with her mouth open while staring at the young man in front of her. It never dawned into her mind that someone could be more dazzling than Feng Yun.
Seeing her in daze, the young man held the sword with its black blade coated with black blood, slowly walked towards her. He stopped in front of Yu Yan and bent his knees as if he's paying respect to a royalty.
However, he touched Yu Yan's chin instead and closed her mouth with a blank expression on his face. Then his deep cold voice floated towards her ears saying, "You're drooling."
