Beneath the bronze mask, his eyes twinkled with profound light.
In the state of King Yan, he emanated a feeling of "demonic when eyes open, almost bewitching when eyes closed."
To her, all of this seemed unbelievable, almost like a huge surprise.
"Little Fool, what are you doing?" Lin Hai's voice came through the mask, husky with a rare tenderness.
Su Wanjing's pretty face blushed, and the toilet brush in her hand clattered to the floor.
A man recognized worldwide as the King of Soldiers, praised by assassins globally as the King of Assassins, wearing a black trench coat, donning a bronze mask, eyes profound, voice husky and infinitely weathered, had entered unnoticed, as if into empty territory, and now stood, like a huge surprise, to the left of Su Wanjing.
Had Lin Hai not arrived in time, she might have foolishly committed herself wholly for the first time.
"I am willing to give it to you now," Su Wanjing said softly, cheeks flush with red.