He was a long-haired youth, around thirty years in appearance, with a face as pale as jade and fairly attractive features, but there was a touch of effeminacy about him. He was also wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a tear mole at the corner of his eye adding to his charm.
Duan Jianchuan led the youth inside and said, "Third Brother, Qing Yue has arrived."
Fu Shiyan's gaze, which until now had rested on Jiangli's palm, shifted toward Duan Jianchuan and the youth.
When Qing Yue met Fu Shiyan's eyes, he curved his lips upwards, his smile coquettish, "Third Brother, it's been a while, hasn't it? I almost thought you didn't need me anymore."
His tone was suggestive, and his words even more so.
Xia Xin's expression immediately became complicated.
Fu Shiyan's face remained as impassive as before, unchanging, "Take a look at her."
