His eyelashes were long, and his nose was considerably high and straight. The contours of his thin, soft lips parted and pressed together at intervals as if he was reciting something.
As if noticing her gaze, Yu Zexiao turned his head to look at her. When he was neither angry nor sarcastic, his eyes were deep and calm, his pupils shimmered with light as if they were a galaxy twinkling in the night sky.
It was really hard to resist such a handsome face seriously looking at you, especially since at this moment, there was no hint of arrogance. The script was giving him a headache, and the fleeting look of confusion in his eyes was as cute as a lost pet.
— It made you want to reach out and ruffle his hair!
"What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head, clueless.
