As the half-mask was removed, a face as pristine as snow came into Chen Mo's view. The skin was so fair that it gave off a tragic yet cool sense of beauty.
Her expression was stern, her lips slightly curved, emanating a unique cold allure. Her eyes were like deep pools, cold and dark.
Chen Mo was surrounded by many beauties, so his threshold was relatively high. Although Nalan Yiren wasn't an amazingly stunning beauty, she still made Chen Mo feel a bit surprised.
Previously, he thought that Nalan Yiren wore a mask all the time perhaps to hide some birthmark, or maybe her face was disfigured due to cultivating Poison Technique. But it turns out, her face was very clean.
Recalling what Nalan Yiren said before, he joked: "Could it be that Miss Nalan has taken a liking to me?"
Then he continued, rather self-absorbedly: "After all, I am young and handsome, strong, and have high status. It's quite normal for you to like me. With my conditions, what woman wouldn't be moved?"
