It was as if they shared a tacit understanding. Originally focused on watching her step—her skirt was slightly long and she was afraid of tripping or accidentally stepping on it—Ming Ge suddenly felt a burning gaze and instinctively lifted her long, curled lashes, directing her eyes toward the man...
That one look nearly made her knees give out!
The man had a tall and slender build, his waist cinched by a leather belt. Black boots planted firmly on the ground, his short jet-black hair neatly trimmed, while beneath his slightly tousled bangs, those eyes... with just a casual lift, they gently glanced in her direction. Yet the light in those eyes was deep, dark, and unfathomably mysterious, his whole presence like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
A word instantly flashed through Ming Ge's mind: chiseled elegance.
Absolutely stunning!
