Yu Minglang found it hard to control his gaze. He turned on the car's interior light and suddenly felt that she looked especially pleasing sitting in his car.
It seemed as though the co-pilot seat was meant for her, allowing him to see her beautiful face with just a sidelong glance. No one else would do.
The car light accentuated her facial features perfectly, even her ruby-like beauty mark was pleasing to the eye.
Yu Minglang suddenly remembered when he was young, and his grandmother from a family of artists was painting with a brush. He ran over, climbed onto the table, and pointed at the painting, saying that the person's face was dirty and had a spot.
His grandmother told him it was called a beauty mark, and only the moles at the center of the eyebrows or near the mouth could be called beauty marks. Especially for women, having a mole at the center of the eyebrow was an immense fortune. Moreover, only red ones could be called beauty marks, not black ones.
