Sunlight poured down, illuminating that delicate, fair face and revealing a startling secret.
This was not the face of a man, but a young girl of only eighteen or nineteen.
She wore no makeup, yet her face radiated a natural, dewy tenderness.
Her pert nose was like a meticulously sculpted work of art,
and her thin red lips, slightly pursed, betrayed a complex mix of anger, panic, and shame.
"No wonder it felt so soft when I touched you earlier. So you're a woman. That explains everything."
Chu He's voice held a note of surprise and strange amusement.
"You... you..." Ye Gucheng's eyes widened in fury.
Those already round, doe-like eyes now looked even more lovely and pitiable. The outer corners drooped slightly, lending an air of innocence to her large, dark pupils.
Her eyes always held a sort of unfocused haze, which gave her innocent expression a somewhat vacant look.
It was a stark contrast to her earlier arrogance and aggression.
