8 Your Man Is Not Bad-Looking, Right?

The corners of Ye Luilie's lips curled up. He took large strides and quickly approached.

"Hungry?" he said gruffly.

Yun Chunuan did not say a word. She continued to stare at him vigilantly.

At this moment, the sky was already bright. She found that the man with a full face of stubble from last night had shaved off his beard, revealing his exceptionally valiant and handsome face.

Perhaps it was because he had been exposed to the wind and the sun all year round, coupled with the dry climate in Liao, his wheat-colored skin was a little dry, and there were even scars under his lips.

However, it did not affect his handsome appearance in the slightest.

His thick eyebrows rose slightly in rebellion. Under his long and slightly curly eyelashes, his pair of amber-colored pupils revealed a hint of wildness and unruliness.

His handsome and straight nose bridge, well-defined lips, and three-dimensional facial features reminded Yun Chunuan of the description in of those handsome men in romance novels...

Oh, she finally saw what a knife-like handsome man was.

A little more, and he would look too tough. A little less, too feminine.

No more, no less. Just right.

At this moment, this handsome face had a hint of a bewitching smile. "How is it? You found your man is not bad-looking, right? Hahaha!"

Ye Luilie bragged without holding back.

He was known as the most handsome man in the entire Bian Liao! After all, his mother was a great beauty from the western regions!

Yun Chunuan did not respond. She had seen thick-skinned men, but she had never seen such a shameless one!

Yes, she admitted that this man was indeed much more beautiful than she had imagined, but this did not stop her from rejecting such a savage!

Moreover, he was a stallion who only knew how to use his lower body to think! Thinking of how many women he had, Yun Chunuan shivered, and her heart was filled with a chill.

"Speak! Are you mute?" Ye Luilie did not like the disdain in her eyes.

She might not know what the chicken drumsticks on the plate meant to the people of Bian Liao.

Ye Luilie ignored everyone's objections and slaughtered one of the only two chickens in the manor.

It was just to treat his little wife, who had come from afar, with hospitality.

After interrogating the damn bridal envoy last night and discovering that she was not a little liar, Ye Luilie's heart ached.

Such a delicate little princess who had been starved for seven days and seven nights for no reason, and had almost been raped by the damn people of the Central Plains. She even ran into the mountains and forests alone. How many dangers she had encountered along the way? He could not help but want to treat her well.

It was a chicken, but so what? There was still one at home!

Ye Luilie was full of enthusiasm, but it was a pity that he had a rough tone. The moment he let out his gruff voice, and his tall and strong figure moved forward, the little princess was scared to the point that tears welled up in her eyes.

"I, I'm not hungry."

Yun Chunuan looked at the dog-man timidly, hoping that he would stay away from her.

She had mysophobia!

Mental mysophobia, physical mysophobia, all sorts of mysophobia! Thinking about how many women he must have had before, and then he even hugged her... And there was still a possibility in the future that they had to do that...

Yun Chunuan could not help but feel disgusted!

"Nonsense! That small waist of yours, I can snap it off with one hand! Hurry up and eat, fatten yourself up a little! It's not even nice to hug you if you're so skinny!"

As if he could tell that the petite princess was afraid of him, Ye Luilie did not come any closer.

He just put the plate on the table, turned around, and was about to leave. He had just taken two steps when he came back.

Yun Chunuan's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

Who would have thought that the man would actually pick up the plate from the table and put it on her bedside?

Then, he turned around and left.

When he reached the door, he suddenly said, "That man from the Central Plains with the surname 'He', I have taken care of him. No one will bully you in the future."