I sympathize with her, but I won't help her (1)

Zhou xiran looked at the tall man standing in the study. Even if he was her brother, she couldn't help but feel that his face was so good-looking that it made her hold her breath.

Zhou Weize, as long as he appeared on the big screen, he would be a box office harvester. To describe him with the current popular rainbow farts, he would be 'drowning in his brother's fairy-like appearance every day'. He was like a god who had descended to the mortal world. No matter if it was his every move or his every step, he was like a Prince who had been sleeping for a thousand years and had just walked out of the ancient era.

third brother, I have a friend ... Zhou xiran spent some time admiring her brother's beauty before immediately getting to the point.

However, before she could say a word, Zhou Weize, who was wearing a light gray sleeping robe, turned around, lowered his head, and interrupted her.

"You wear a mask at home?"