The figure was tall and slender. He was neither burly nor handsome. The lines on his face were soft, and he emitted a warm aura. His gaze was calm and collected, which was capable of making others feel comfortable. It was nothing outstanding… In fact, he looked extremely ordinary.
As sorceress An Sheng watched the young man walk out of the kitchen, she blinked and smiled. He looked pretty clean.
With his looks, If he were to smile just a little, he would look very handsome.
However, there was almost no way Bu Fang would smile; thus, An Sheng's wish would remain unfulfilled.
Xiao He, who was sitting across An Sheng, felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. What did they mean? What in the world did they mean?
Why did you look at me with disgust written all over your face? Why did you say that I was creepy? When you looked at this young man, a warm smile blossomed on your face… Are you looking down on me?
