Ming Mei stared hard at the man's face.
Perhaps Ming Mei's gaze was too harsh; the man's smile froze on his face. He touched his own face and said, "Lady...why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"
This man wasn't particularly handsome, only tall with a seemingly strong physique.
However, his speech carried a feminine edge which was even more ludicrous because it seemed like he had foundation on his face.
He looked androgynous, neither yin nor yang, absolutely nauseating.
Yet, even with a layer of foundation, it couldn't hide the dark circles under his eyes, the muddiness within, clearly a man who indulged in carnal pleasures to the point of physical wear.
Ming Mei curled her lips into a smile, returning to her previous demeanor, and sneered, "Haha...indeed a dirty thing."
A man who relied on women, kneeling at their feet, was truly disgusting.
