Suddenly, he felt a chill on his face.
Rong Qinglei had removed his mask.
"What are you doing?" Yue Mingxuan asked, feeling slightly cornered, but he still spoke confidently. "Give my mask back."
Rong Qinglei studied him carefully.
They had met twice, both at night.
Those brief encounters had already made him obsessed with this man, unable to focus on anything else.
He truly had a face that could captivate everyone.
If his father saw this face, he might even kneel before him and ask him to become his concubine.
Thinking this, he gently placed the mask back over Yue Mingxuan's face and sighed softly. "You are truly beautiful."
When Yue Mingxuan heard this, he felt a surge of indignation.
Why he he looks like as if he had stole something from him.
Heaven knows, he had stolen nothing from Rong Qinglei.
At most, he had coerced a jade pendant from him and that had been willingly given.
He couldn't sit quietly while such a heavy accusation hung over him.
