At the moment Ye Que noticed her looking at him, he had already put away his cruel and cold demeanor, replaced by a gentle and tender smile. He raised his hand, stroked her black hair, and smiled.
"You're so beautiful." But unfortunately, it was a face that deeply disgusted him, a complete insult to Li Luo's face.
If he knew there was another person in the world who looked just like him, would he come alive and tear this woman's face apart?
Ye Que thought, maybe he would!
"Really? Then who is more beautiful, me or Auntie?" she asked joyfully, casually maintaining her position sitting on him, eyes gleaming with innocence.
Ye Que felt a trace of cold amusement flit across his heart, then gently told her, "How could she ever compare to you?"
"Really?"
