Those clumsy iron chopsticks looked uniquely charming in Qingchen's hands. With a gentle flick, he pierced the golden-brown crust, followed the grain of the fish, tore off a small piece, and popped it into his mouth.
You really have to hand it to him—the title of Qingchen as the number one beauty in the realm was well-deserved. It was just that his presence was so overwhelmingly powerful that people tended to overlook his peerless good looks by comparison.
Qingchen's gaze shifted, meeting Yu Luo's stealthy appraisal right in the nick of time.
Chapter 41