"The hermit Emperor?" Teng Ma's mouth twitched at the corners as he smiled. Suddenly, he raised his tone, catching the attention of both Jin and the woman.
"Hahaha!" His laughter burst forth, hearty enough to make Teng Ma pat the sofa and tilt his head back, gazing at the ceiling.
A glimmer of tears appeared at the corners of his eyes. Amidst the laughter, Teng Ma exuded a striking handsomeness, but the woman beside him remained stunned by his reaction.
Meanwhile, Jin shifted his focus to the woman seated beside him. Her complexion resembled a flawless canvas, a backdrop of porcelain that set off her delicate features. High cheekbones added a touch of refinement to her face, gracefully complementing her slender jawline.
Unlike most women he had encountered, she possessed unconventional eyes—a captivating, enchanting shade of deep pink. Her gaze assessed Jin with an intensity akin to a serpent's stare.
