The young man, lost in his moment of infatuation.
A playful smile tugged at the corner of An Yao's lips as she put her coat back on. Her gaze playfully rested on the young man standing by the window.
Unlike the commonly seen muscular beastmen in this world, he didn't have a heavily built physique.
Perhaps due to his childhood spent in the wilderness, where he often went hungry, his grown form seemed slightly slender and delicate. It exuded a charm typical of a youth. This form of his also better suited An Yao's Earthling aesthetics.
But he was a beastman after all, possessing the necessary muscles despite his slender build. His posture looked fragile, yet had a hint of strength—a far cry from the weak appearance of a scholar.