Shen Yanhe scrutinized the man intently.
The upper half of the man's face was covered by an Asura mask, his exposed eyes calm and steady, quietly observing her.
The lower half of his face, bare to the world, had delicate lines; his thin lips were beautifully shaped, looking especially kissable.
The more she looked at this half of his face, the more familiar Shen Yanhe found it.
Fu Yanhe's deep eyes gently and calmly met hers, his thin lips curving slightly, "What are you looking at?"
Hearing his voice again.
Shen Yanhe slightly faltered, ultimately lowering her gaze and smiling softly at him, "Looking at you."
Fu Yanhe's gaze towards her suddenly darkened.
"I'm a bit curious," she leaned slightly closer to him, her soft, white, delicate fingers silently touching the strap of the mask tied behind his head.
"What does the man I had a fleeting encounter with really look like, so..."
Shen Yanhe's voice contained a smile, "My apologies."
