His voice carried a magnetic fondness, affectionately uttering an undeniable truth. Anyone with immaculate looks and a flawless figure whispering such things would have found it hard not to feel their heart flutter.
Yaojiu stretched his neck out, craning desperately while keeping his ears perked straight up, all the while worrying whether those two might spot him.
*Let me just see what this man is saying. He looks just like an evil spirit, completely bewitching my sister to the point that she doesn't even hold a grudge against him anymore. Those injuries are still plain as day, even if Yanzhu covered them up.*
Chapter 161