Leng Youchen saw her staring intently at his chin, feeling a sense of foreboding within. It was too late to cover it up now, and any attempt would likely only raise her suspicions. The only option was to remain calm and wait for her to make the first move.
"What are you looking at so intently? I must look very handsome, don't I?" The man was vain and narcissistic, with lifted eyes that exuded laziness and a wicked charm, captivating the soul.
Indeed, he was incomparably handsome. His face was like a sculpture crafted by gods, flawless from every angle. Anning used to think Gu Chengjue was the most handsome man, but Leng Youchen surpassed him by far.
Such a handsome man actually wanted to date her. Just thinking about it made her heart swell with joy.
Wait a minute!
What was she doing, drooling over him? She clearly was supposed to be wondering about the injury on his chin. This man really couldn't be taken lightly, or she'd instantly find her soul snatched away by him.
