On the contrary, Duan Xi had flawless skin, even though he didn't apply anything. It was smooth and fair, yet not effeminate.
Ruan Jiaojiao looked at the red hue on his handsome face, like he'd applied the finest rouge. She couldn't help but reach out, wanting to know if his skin felt as good as it looked.
However, before her hand could touch Duan Xi's face, he opened his eyes.
In the dim light, his green eyes shimmered, holding a complete reflection of her.
Ruan Jiaojiao's heartbeat started to accelerate involuntarily.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, she intended to withdraw her hand, but Duan Xi reached out and held it first.
Just like in the banquet hall before, he clasped her small hand in his palm, gently kneading it, then brought it to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of her hand. Throughout this, his gaze never left her, focused and affectionate.
