Underneath the black mask was an exceptionally fair baby face, emerging into the air, its skin akin to white jade.
His eyes were like crescent moons, sparkling with brilliance in their deep black pupils, his nose high and straight, his brow bones profound. He said something to Hou Tingfu with his vermilion lips, but Hou Tingfu couldn't quite make it out.
Every feature on this man's face lacked authority and aggression, which is why he usually wore masks or sunglasses. At least this way, he gave off an aloofness that kept people at bay.
Once the sunglasses or mask came off, he resembled an 18 or 19-year-old sunny college athlete, exuding a refreshing quality like that of Sprite.
Yan Nanxun waved his hand in front of Hou Tingfu's eyes, bringing her back to her senses.
"What are you doing here?"
"On a mission," the man replied succinctly, sizing up Hou Tingfu without betraying any emotion.
