Mo Yan was momentarily mesmerized, realizing for the first time that the phrase "beauty is a feast for the eyes" applied to a man was incredibly apt, without any sense of incongruity.
Yan Junyu had no idea what Mo Yan was thinking. Seeing her gaze unblinkingly at him, he couldn't help but tease her with a chuckle, "What's the matter, has the peerless elegance of this lord bewildered you? If you regret not having accepted earlier to become my Ink Maid, I'm in a good mood now and will give you another chance."
Mo Yan's eye twitched, she cleared her throat and averted her gaze, saying unflinchingly, "Thank you for your favor, Young Master, but I do not like constraints and being clumsy, I would be more suited to staying in the small village and farming."
"Hmmph, an ungracious girl!" Yan Junyu scoffed as if he didn't care, but inside he was already feeling it was a pity; he genuinely wanted to have this mysteriously veiled girl by his side as a servant.