"Don't worry," Nangong Jin lifted his lips, seemingly unconcerned, "they'll grow back – even more luxuriant and sexier than before."
Nangong Ran: "..."
He was smug and even playfully blinked, truly appearing not to mind at all, the very picture of generosity and bravado.
In truth, he didn't actually want to pluck them, but a bet was a bet, and he had no choice but to follow through.
For some reason, seeing him like this made Di Jinxuan's heart instantly rise to her throat, feeling a bit sad.
He had been playfully tormented by his three older brothers to the point of almost breaking, evoking a certain sympathy.
His nonchalant and indifferent demeanor somehow made her feel even more sorry for him.
As she watched him actually about to pluck them, Di Jinxuan panicked and blurted out, "Don't pluck!"
Her shout startled everyone.
Nangong Jin suddenly froze, slowly turned his face to Di Jinxuan, his languid, peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, like a lazy, noble Persian cat.
