Crack in the Harem

'What is this feeling?' 

It wasn't just Zi Rumeng, but the host of young female students were just as shocked as she. To be truthful, the girls had anticipated some kind of mutilation, a scar, or some deformation on Ye Qing's face, forcing him to grow his hair and conceal it. 

They couldn't have been more wrong. 

What lay behind that blanket of darkness were two serene pools, a reflection of a vast, clear, pure sky. What's the definition of mesmerizing beauty? This was. 

Even Yu Lansi, as dense as she was, felt her heart throb in her throat as she let out an inexplicable squeak of surprise. 

It was this high-pitched tone that snapped Ye Qing from his silent reverie, his absentminded gaze collecting into a flash of focus. 

As soon as Ye Qing came to his senses, a cute round face with big, curious eyes greeted him. Ye Qing blinked, and subconsciously, he swatted down the fair hand on his cranium and took a step back.