A faint, elegant fragrance entered his nose, and Mu Fan's pupils flickered. He looked at the clear, handsome face, momentarily bewildered.
He was definitely a young man, there was no doubt of that!
Why did he smell even better than a woman?
Even though Mu Rongxue considered herself as beautiful as a fairy, she was not as pleasantly fragrant as him, which made people want to indulge unavoidably.
"Boy, what are you daydreaming about?"
The little arrogant voice of the Evilbane Sword Spirit suddenly entered his mind.
Having made a soul contract with the sword, they could clearly sense each other's thoughts.
"There are so many beautiful girls you don't like, but you care about a plain-looking boy."
"Ahem."
Mu Fan jerked back to his senses and coughed awkwardly a couple of times.
"In my opinion, the girl sitting right opposite you is not bad."