Su Muyao's face suddenly turned extremely solemn.
She had actually forgotten about Shen Ci'an, and didn't expect him to return now.
This man, as wickedly beautiful as a demon, was too enchanting, with a tear-shaped mole at the corner of his eye that gave a breathtaking allure every time it moved.
When looking at people, he seemed to naturally express affection—mysterious yet emotional.
But in reality, he was the coldest and most ruthless person.
Just one glance at him, and it felt like the heart stopped beating.
His long, seductive eyes smiled softly at Su Muyao, with a hint of playfulness, full of evil charm.
His lips, like cherry blossoms, parted slightly as he murmured enchantingly, "What's wrong, wife, don't you recognize your own beast husband?"
Those eyes looked at her, raising slightly, stirring a faint arc of allure, seemingly reflecting a thread of blood-red light.
Su Muyao felt these eyes were extremely eerie, as if they could capture the soul.
