"Don't you think it is unfortunate for others to gaze upon my true appearance? It worries me that people may perish at the sight of my face due to how handsome I am." Mu Liufeng smiled at Ling Chuxi as he adjusted his feathery bangs and flipped his silky hair with a few flicks of his wrist while speaking.
Ling Chuxi was rendered speechless.
"Master, should you die one day, there can only be one reason for it," spat Ling Chuxi condescendingly.
"Really? What reason might that be? Crushed by the weight of my perfection?" There was a visible lilt in the allure of Mu Liufeng's eyes as he responded in a teasing manner.
"More like the weight of your vanity," retorted Ling Chuxi plainly.
Mu Liufeng narrowed his beguiling eyes. "You wicked disciple!" Ling Chuxi couldn't help but notice that his eyes were colored with an unspeakable charm even as he glared petulantly at her. It wasn't intentional. Mu Liufeng didn't need to put in any effort to display such charm—it came to him naturally.
