Sweet?
Yun Sheng, both embarrassed and annoyed, forcefully pushed the newcomer away.
Inside the small dilapidated hut, Yun Sheng was dumbfounded, her mouth forming an "O" shape, staring at Ye Beiming before her.
From beneath the covers, a person emerged, with grayish-white hair, a face full of deep wrinkles like ravines, and a hunched back, even shorter than her by a few inches.
Yet that familiar voice and the unique scent of Ye Beiming, reminiscent of grass and pine, were unmistakable.
The man, who looked like an old man, curled his lips into a familiar smile. He rubbed his face, and a thin mask, as thin as human skin, came off, revealing Ye Beiming's handsome face.
He stretched his muscles again, and after a series of low cracking sounds, his figure rapidly changed.
The previously covered-looking frail "patient" under the covers suddenly expanded, revealing a normal height.
As for Ye Beiming's skin and limbs, they were all applied with an exaggerated sickly yellow.
