The person lifted a pair of fair large hands, pointing cheerfully at the robe around his waist, kindly reminding, "Your robe around the waist seems to be falling off."
The next moment, Jesse, panic-stricken, twisted his robe around his waist with both hands, his face a deep purple, while those beautiful blue eyes, were filled with blazing fire.
Jesse wished he could strangle the person in front of him at this moment, is there anyone more of a bastard in this world? Furthermore, he couldn't understand why the external world holds such a high opinion of this person — calling him a graceful piano virtuoso? A handsome gentleman? To him, he's nothing but a rogue and shameless.
