Frowning slightly, Ji Ruyan walked into the room.
The furnishings inside were very simple, a table and several chairs, and a couch. However, the patient wasn't on the couch but rather on a Beauty Couch.
When Ji Ruyan caught sight of the man on the Beauty Couch, she was stunned, and two words sprang to mind: "bewitching fiend."
Indeed, even though the man was lying on his side on the Beauty Couch with his eyes tightly shut, dressed in thin, dark clothes.
The man's perfectly chiseled profile, his exquisite features, and his handsome yet slightly depressive and feminine charm. Even in unconsciousness, his smooth, jade-like facial skin still caused palpitations. With his long eyelashes fluttering, one could imagine how peerless he would appear when his eyes opened.
"Back already?"
His voice carried a few strands of huskiness as his deep, dark eyes opened and turned to look towards the door.
It was then that Ji Ruyan saw the half Ghost Mask hanging on his right face.
