Lu Xingzhou's face was ashen as he sat stiffly on the sofa.
He suddenly stood up, hands in his pockets, and turned slightly.
The cabin was brightly lit, and a pleasant scent of men's cologne emanated from him.
He had taken off his suit jacket and was now wearing a white dress shirt and a waistcoat.
When his face was revealed, Mi Duo and Zhou Ying were utterly stunned.
The man had an incredibly favorable head-to-body ratio with very long legs and broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist.
The waistcoat was form-fitting, and the outlines of his pectoral muscles were faintly visible beneath the shirt.
His wrist was carelessly exposed halfway, adorned with a Patek Philippe watch worth millions gleaming under the lights.
Moving their gaze to his features, his face was three-dimensional and refined, a perfect pair of phoenix eyes, elongated and sharp.
His eyebrows were mountainous and sharply defined.
His nose was high and his lips were thin.
