Cen Xi stared at the man's handsome face in front of her, their eyes meeting for a few seconds. With him so close to her, she could see how black and long his lashes were, they were even denser than hers after she put on mascara.
It was no wonder she had a false feeling of looking into a deep wormhole every time they met eyes.
His eyes were purely black in color. His eyebrow was raised slightly, exuding devilishness and coldness, his lips pursed tightly into a handsome but tight line.
When he spoke, his breath sprayed on her face. It felt so hot her skin had turned red, her heart beating slightly out of rhythm.
She knew that this unusualness had nothing to do with love.
It was just his masculine charm and seduction, nothing more. He looked too good, be it from his eyes to his lips, he looked like he had walked out of a comic book.
