Su Wanxia just looked skyward, speechless. Being handsome didn't necessarily warrant such narcissism, did it?
"I think a combination of Eastern and Western features is even more handsome..." She shifted her gaze out of the window, feigning a sigh.
At that moment, Mu Yingchen's composure faltered, and the smile that had been on his lips tightened. The deep, dark depths of his eyes held an unidentifiable sense of jealousy.
The East-West combination Su Wanxia had mentioned inadvertently made him think of Jesse, of mixed Chinese and English descent.
He was certainly aware that Jesse had been eyeing her covetously.
What irritated him even more was that, once upon a time, Jesse had put on shoes for her. Just thinking about it made his liver ache!
"Is he as handsome as me?" he asked, tasting bitterness in his words.
Su Wanxia, caught off guard, looked at him with confusion, "Who?"
"That man!" Mu Yingchen said angrily.
Su Wanxia grew more confused, "Which man?"
