The fine eyelashes were long and straight, casting a shadow on the under-eye area. His nose was high and prominent, with the hand lighting a cigarette concealing the chiseled chin.
Staring at Nicholas Croft's profile, Sophie Foster said, "Uncle, you're really handsome."
Nicholas Croft looked up, playing with the closed lighter unconsciously between his fingers, took a drag of the cigarette, then carelessly blew out the smoke, his black eyes glinting with amusement, "How handsome?"
Perhaps due to fatigue or because the man in front of her was too striking, Sophie's gaze was somewhat dazed, "So handsome, even more than a fawn!"
Nicholas Croft frowned disapprovingly. Comparing a successful man like him to a young idol felt like lowering his own status.
Taking another drag, he raised his eyebrows as he exhaled the smoke, "Do you like the fawn?"
