Ji Rui's complexion isn't very fair; it's that wheat-colored skin unique to healthy men. But despite not being too pale, there are clearly two prominent dark circles under his long eyelashes.
Does this man, who is always energetic like a robot, also have moments where he is physically and mentally exhausted?
In an instant, it was as if an invisible hand stuffed her brain with a jumble of information about Ji Rui—both new and old, much more than Le Tong could process.
She turned her body and stared at Ji Rui in a daze. She didn't know how long it took; with his eyes tightly closed, Ji Rui suddenly opened them, and his deep green eyes directly collided with Le Tong's gaze.
"Is it nice to look at?"
Ji Rui's deep and husky voice broke the long silence in the car, sounding abrupt yet sexy, like a mischievous kitten gently scratching the palm, causing a flutter in the listener's heart that was hard to resist.
