God graced Emperor Bo with every skill except emotional intelligence!
A bald head is the ultimate challenge to one's image, leaving nothing but a face. Whether he's handsome depends entirely on him now.
Bo Yeyuan didn't disappoint; even without his hair, his facial features held up the standard of beauty!
But suddenly seeing him without hair was very disconcerting.
"Pfft..." Bo Ye Xun couldn't help but laugh in a rather ungracious manner; he just couldn't hold it back!
"Bo Ye Xun, get out!"
"My brother's seriously injured, I have to take care of him," Bo Ye Xun insisted, refusing to leave.
"Seeing you will only worsen his condition."
Bo Yeyuan simply felt a throbbing pain in his head. He turned over in agony, reaching out to press down on the source of his pain.
A small hand stopped his wrist: "Young Master, you mustn't touch the wound."
Dark eyes opened, reflecting the timid figure of the little servant in their gem-like pupils.
