The man looked closely at Wei Xiaobao.
Wei Xiaobao did not dare to meet his gaze directly, half-bowing at the waist. Though he raised his head and lifted his chin, his line of sight dared not go any higher than the man's chest.
Even so, his pupils stung faintly, as if he had been staring directly at the sun. His face burned as well; the other's gaze felt tangible, and wherever it swept, his skin felt as though it had been lashed by fine whips, almost unbearable to endure.
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