Jian Si turned her head, hesitating to look at him, fearing he might still be undressed, but slowly raised her eyes after seeing his light grey sweatpants.
She had always known that this man was extremely handsome, unlike Nan Yu's dashing yet tender charm. His attractiveness was sharp and distinct.
Jian Si noticed his prominent nose and slightly pursed thin lips, when suddenly her mind went out of control: "You aren't wearing glasses."
Heavens, that was not what she intended to say at all. She really wanted to bite her tongue.
Nan Zhan chuckled lightly: "Do you think I look more handsome without glasses?"
Jian Si inwardly cursed at how narcissistic he was, yet replied: "I think you look better without glasses."
She didn't particularly like men who wore glasses—not out of prejudice, just personal preference. She remembered that the first time she met him he wasn't wearing glasses, oh, no, he didn't need to wear them at that time.
