Zhou xiran looked at the tall man standing in the study. Even if he was her brother, she couldn't help but feel that his face was so good-looking that it made her hold her breath.
Zhou Weize, as long as he appeared on the big screen, he would be a box office harvester. To describe him with the current popular rainbow farts, he would be 'drowning in his brother's fairy-like appearance every day'. He was like a god who had descended to the mortal world. No matter if it was his every move or his every step, he was like a Prince who had been sleeping for a thousand years and had just walked out of the ancient era.
third brother, I have a friend ... Zhou xiran spent some time admiring her brother's beauty before immediately getting to the point.
However, before she could say a word, Zhou Weize, who was wearing a light gray sleeping robe, turned around, lowered his head, and interrupted her.
"You wear a mask at home?"
