Mo Jian sat calmly on the couch, eyes fixed on the stunning lady before him.
Her porcelain skin glowed softly, delicate and flawless.
Raven-black hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulder, catching the faint light.
Her hazel eyes, framed by perfectly arched brows and long, curling lashes, were mesmerizing, sparkling with intelligence and allure.
Her chest was graceful, subtly suggesting strength and femininity beneath her elegant attire.
Long, slender legs extended confidently, exuding both poise and power.
In her presence, time seemed to slow, and every detail of her beauty and composure captivated him endlessly.
The Broken Moon Consortium Young Miss was also checking out Mo Jian. She had seen various handsome men, but compared to Mo Jian—
They paled in two places.
First, his silver hair was an uncommon, captivating feature, enhancing his charm and undeniable handsomeness.
