Yi Family Ancestral Temple, Fish Pavilion.
Yang Fei was staring directly and unblinkingly into Yi Liu's eyes.
Yi Liu's eyes were just as still, staring back at Yang Fei without moving a muscle.
After lunch, with nothing better to do, Yang Fei, utterly bored, initiated a staring contest with Yi Liu.
Whoever blinked first would lose.
Yi Liu looked into Yang Fei's eyes.
But he found that the lad's gaze had become so very... lascivious.
He seemed like a widow who had been abstinent for three years, his thirsty eyes filled with blatant teasing.
Although he did not blink, his gaze made Yi Liu flush with embarrassment and his heart stir uncontrollably.
The young master of the Yi Family wasn't limited to just one woman.
But Yi Liu had never seen such a lascivious gaze before.
It was like a raging wildfire, ready to completely consume him.
Yi Liu suspected his cheap brother-in-law had been a fox spirit in his past life.
The allure in his gaze surpassed that of any woman's.