Even though his face didn't show much emotion at the moment, it was enough to make one's soul topple.
For a moment, Isabel couldn't help but stare at him in a daze.
Percy seemed to notice Isabel's gaze, his eyelashes gently fluttering, his dark eyes slowly falling on her face.
Isabel had never gazed at someone so entranced before; when she made eye contact with Percy, she suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Isabel rolled her big, dark eyes and shifted her gaze, but Percy continued to stare at her deeply, his eyes not moving at all.
His eyes exuded a deep light, like a bottomless abyss that irresistibly drew people in.
Even though Isabel didn't look at him, she still felt as if his gaze had bore two holes in her body, her heart inexplicably flaring up with anger. She let out a soft, annoyed hum and turned her head arrogantly, her voice crisp and haughty: "Percy, do you think I'm especially beautiful?"