Yun Ran stopped in her tracks and slightly tilted her head to look at the man.
Today he wore moon-white brocade clothes, further accentuating his elegant and ethereal presence.
A sliver of sunset fell on him, as if cloaking him in a layer of golden-red glow, coming against the light, not like a mortal.
[Humph! The purer and more beautiful the exterior, the more insidious and shameless the man on the inside!]
[So infuriating! Everything points to it being you, but just no evidence! The fox tail is covered really tightly!]
[So angry! How can I reveal his true form?!]
Nangong Mo lightly coughed to suppress a laugh, his gaze slightly playful as he looked at Yun Ran and asked earnestly, "What? Smitten by this young master's beauty? Gone silly with fondness?"
"..."
Yun Ran was completely speechless; this man's shameless air must be sealed in the depths of his soul, right?
"Beauty? Please! A masked man who doesn't even dare to show his face, and yet boldly claims to be beautiful?"
