Wet hair, amidst the disarray, conveyed a melancholic beauty, a pair of pitch-black eyes like deep pools, paired with elongated sword-like eyebrows, the handsomeness hid an undeniable domineering aura, the collar slightly open, revealing the sexy collarbone, and tempting pectoral muscles.
What’s more, with a change of clothes and that indifferent expression, this man seemed to have transformed into someone else entirely, shedding any hint of a rustic charm, truly like a frog turning into a prince.
Is this really Leng Xuan?
It’s too unbelievable!
In fact, Leng Xuan had always been handsome, it was just that his hairstyle and clothes were a bit unsophisticated. Before, when he was with the organization, wearing a military uniform and sporting a uniform buzz cut, he was also charming, not knowing how many female comrades were captivated by him!
If that weren’t the case, that woman who was touted as the flower of the military wouldn’t be so infatuated with him.
More importantly, it’s not enough to just be good-looking; one must have that unique temperament that radiates from the bones, and without a doubt, Leng Xuan possessed it.
"Xiao Yun, is there something strange on my face?" Seeing Xiao Yun staring at him dumbfoundedly, Leng Xuan couldn’t help but tease her humorously.
Xiao Yun let out a slight gasp, suddenly snapping back to reality. For some reason, her adorable face had turned beet red, and she stammered, "Nothing. Let’s... let’s have dinner." Then she lowered her head and trotted into the kitchen, returning shortly with two pairs of chopsticks.
The dinner was lavish, six dishes and one soup, including a black chicken soup for life, and all the ingredients were exquisite. However, the taste still wasn’t to Leng Xuan’s preference—he only ate one and a half bowls of rice, whereas he would normally have at least two or three.
After Xiao Yun finished cleaning the dishes and chopsticks, she came to the living room and saw Leng Xuan watching TV. She then said, "Leng Xuan, you should sleep in the bedroom. I can sleep in the living room!
Leng Xuan smiled and said, "You go sleep in the bedroom, silly girl, why be polite with me? I’ll fall asleep watching TV. You should go rest early as well, good night!"
The term "silly girl" made Xiao Yun’s heart melt, her cheeks flushing again. She found Leng Xuan’s gentle smile to be like the sunshine in winter, like the spring breeze in summer, sweet and tingling. Her heart started thumping wildly, and not daring to stay with him any longer, she quickly ran to her room.
Lying in bed, Xiao Yun’s mind was still filled with Leng Xuan’s smiling face. She fell asleep sweetly, but in the middle of the night, with thunder and storm outside, her smiling face in her sleep suddenly vanished; her brows furrowed, drenched in cold sweat, she screamed in her dreams, "Mom... Dad, don’t hit Mom, don’t hit Mom. Mom, Mom... don’t die, if you die what will Xiao Yun do, what will Xiao Yun do..."
For many years, Leng Xuan spent most of his nights cultivating, but since he was in the living room today, he took the rare opportunity to sleep. Although he was sleeping soundly, he was suddenly awakened by Xiao Yun’s cries. His hearing was extremely sharp, and even though the door was well insulated against sound, he could still hear Xiao Yun crying. Alarmed, he got up and knocked on the door, "Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun, what’s wrong with you?"
"Xiao Yun, can you hear me? It’s Leng Xuan!"
"Xiao Yun..."
Jolted awake by the nightmare, Xiao Yun sat up in bed crying in pain. Although her consciousness returned to normal, remembering the day her mother died on a stormy night made the scene painfully vivid, her heart aching almost to the point of suffocation. She mumbled for her mother mindlessly, when suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside—it seemed like Leng Xuan was calling for her?