Yas was somewhat surprised, "You actually noticed?" Then, he turned his side, his eyes constantly shifting, enchanting and alluring.
He looked at her with a slight smile, "Have you been paying attention to me?"
She lowered her head, her face slightly red. Just when he thought she was too embarrassed to speak, she raised her head again, looking at him with clear and bright eyes, "All the girls here are paying attention to you because you are very beautiful."
"Beautiful?" Yas's smile disappeared, "It's not good to use this word to describe a man."
"Why resist these two words? Being beautiful is a gift from heaven, pleasing to the eye, it's a good thing!"
"Do you really think so?" Yas chuckled, "Being told by you like this, I feel it's a good thing too!"
Suddenly, he moved closer to her. His aura enveloped her instantly. It was a familiar scent, an indescribable fragrance—light and unique, deeply ingrained in her bones.
Helen Blair's body was slightly stiff.