Feng Ao Kuai looked at Mu Fei Jiu.
To be honest, Mu Fei Jiu's look was not comparable to Nan Hua, who was very beautiful. Having seen his cousin several times, Feng Ao Kuai's standards of beauty has been raised to an extremely high place.
It would be hard for him to think of others as beautiful.
After all, how many women could be compared with Nan Hua?
There were only very few of them.
But looking at Mu Fei Jiu's sleeping face, for some reasons he felt that she looked cute. Even if Mu Fei Jiu always smiled sweetly and acted coquettish, this was the first time he saw her looking very defenseless.
What appeared in his mind the first time he saw it was: 'Mu Fei Jiu is cute.'
The second thing is: 'I don't want others to see it.'
Feng Ao Kuai looked at Mu Fei Jiu's visage for a few more seconds before turning his face away.
"Go to Nan Family Residence."
