He was really tall, probably over one meter and ninety centimeters. This height made him quite intimidating.
This young man had skin even fairer than the typical European or American. He was as white as the perennial snow on the summit of the Alps. His profound contours had the texture of a classical oil painting. His pure, blue eyes showed no trace of impurity. Altogether, he was eccentric and quite unlike an ordinary white man.
He carried the demeanor of a noble gentleman but with a unique, intimidating aura.
Ye Lu did not like this type of man, she frowned, trying to nonchalantly pull her hand away, but he quickly grabbed it. His cold hand held hers tightly. Although his face held a gentlemanly smile, his eyes portrayed a dominant force that was hard to resist.
