Feng Yueming turned his gaze, looking at Mi Yao.
Their eyes met, and Mi Yao was startled for a moment, for it was her first time seeing him smoke.
Having removed his coat, he wore only a black shirt, with three buttons undone, revealing a broad expanse of his muscular chest. A metallic belt cinched his narrow waist, and his black tailored trousers highlighted his impressively long legs, even the creases brimming with the texture of a mature man.
He leaned lazily against the champagne-gold porcelain surface behind him, a cigarette held elegantly between his fingers. His exquisite handsome face appeared even more alluring amidst the swirls of smoke.
Mi Yao acknowledged once again that he was truly handsome, even mesmerizing while smoking.
"Mi Yao," Feng Yueming, without moving, only watched her, using his fingers holding the cigarette to point to his face, "do you think my face is handsome?"