When she met those dark, deep-set eyes, Yao Qing lost composure for a moment, but she quickly averted her gaze as soon as she realized this.
She subconsciously took a few steps back, standing next to Feng Ye.
The people in this private room had originally planned to have dinner and some fun together, not expecting it to nearly give them heart attacks.
First it had been young master Fu against young master Feng, and now this man, who lived in rumors, had also appeared.
Someone cautiously opened their phone camera to live stream the scene for their close friends—
[Shocking! Yaocheng's two top gods and a lesser-known Young Master Fu in the same frame!!]
[Don't ask me who that woman next to them is, just being gorgeous and badass is enough!!]
Yu Yanshen took shallow breaths, his black hair slightly damp, the snow on his shoulders quickly melting into water.
His deep-set eyes and brows were like the star-studded night sky, hiding danger or mystery everywhere.