The man's features were as if drawn from a painting, his bearing exceptional. He was even more handsome and otherworldly than the actors Jiang Ying had seen in historical idol dramas.
While Feng Hen, with his love for traditional attire, also possessed a devastatingly handsome face, the two men had completely different auras.
Feng Hen's face was like a meticulously carved sculpture, chiseled and deep-set, with every contour sharp and distinct. His moods shifted in the blink of an eye. One moment, he was like a fawning puppy; the next, his gaze would turn as sharp as an eagle's, revealing a cunning streak that was impossible to hide. It was as if the very word "scheming" had been tailor-made for him.
Moreover, the powerful aura radiating from him always gave Wen Qian the faint impression… that any second now, he would grip her by the neck and kiss her fiercely.
