The lazy figure on the rock finally moved. The six tails swayed once, lazily, as if he was too bored to even get angry. He turned his head slowly, violet hair sliding over his shoulder, and revealed a face so dazzling that even the sunlight seemed to pale in comparison.
Those fox eyes narrowed, full of contempt. His lips curled into a smirk.
"Steal?" His voice was smooth and lazy, dripping with arrogance. "What nonsense. How dare you say something like that to this young master? Do you think I would steal?"
Su Qinglan froze on the spot.
The moment she saw his face, her brain short-circuited.
Damn.
Her eyes were going to go blind.
If Hu Yan was all cold beauty with a hidden softness, then this man was the exact opposite. He was pure temptation. His beauty was sharp, seductive, and dripping with arrogance—as if he was born to sit above everyone else, as if mortals should kneel just to look at him.
