His eyes were handsome and behind him were big peonies. His lips curved as he looked down.
He was emanating with a classy coldness. On his wrist, the tassel of his prayer beads swayed like it could transport a person back in time to a romantic yet war-torn world.
It was very hypnotizing!
Song Yaoyao finally drew her gaze away. Indecent images continuously appeared in her mind.
Accompanying those images was a word that she had learned from reading novels: hunk.
The male protagonists in novels always had bodies that fitted the golden ratio; broad shoulders, long legs, handsome, with lots of money.
But Song Yaoyao felt the novels filled with beautiful words weren't enough to describe the feeling that Huo Yunque gave people.
"Song Yaoyao, what are you daydreaming about?"
The man's deep voice resounded.
"I'm not! I'm just trying to get in the mood!"
