"Tch—"
With a soft sound, the black veil on the face of the black-clad woman was ripped off by Yan Moshan.
Instantly, an incredibly beautiful face was revealed, with delicately long eyebrows painted jet-black, a pair of cherry lips tempting and lustrous, and within those clear eyes, an unmistakable shock towards Yan Moshan was visible.
"So, you're actually a great beauty, haha!"
Yan Moshan laughed frivolously, his eyes greedily admiring the woman before him.
"Slap—"
While Yan Moshan was still gawking, the black-clad woman slapped him across the face, her complexion crimson with shame and anger as she scolded:
"You... by what right do you remove my black veil?"
"Ouch, you actually dare to hit me? Was it just out of curiosity to see your peerless face that you had to strike so viciously? But why does your hand smell so good?"
Yan Moshan touched his own face, then sniffed his hand by his nose.