After watching the surveillance footage, she opened the screenshots taken from it.
The photos were incredibly clear.
She glanced at one and felt her cheeks grow faintly warm as her heart began to race. She even couldn't help swallowing.
After seeing this man,
she felt as if he had brought phrases like "a face as fair as jade, sword-like brows, and stars for eyes" to life.
He was handsome from every angle.
The faint, warm smile on his face made him seem all the more suave and dashing.
Like a walking husband-stealer.
To put it in a rather euphemistic internet slang phrase:
He was so handsome he made her legs weak.
When she thought about how this handsome man had secretly helped her,
her favorable impression of the mysterious man suddenly soared, and her gratitude seemed to multiply a thousandfold.
Like the women in certain TV dramas who got rescued by the male lead
and insisted on repaying him by giving themselves to him.
Was she really trying to repay him?
She was just lusting after the male lead's body, wasn't she?
If Wu Dalang had rescued them instead, a couple of words of thanks and a small gift would've been more than enough.
Of course, she wasn't at the point of wanting to give herself to him. She just couldn't quite take her eyes off him.
"Since when did Yanjing have a handsome man like that? And why did he help me? Could he be interested in me?"
Liu Ruyan began speculating to herself.
She was well aware of her own appeal.
At thirty, she had the air of a mature woman about her.
It was enough to make men fall at her feet and lick her shoes beneath her pomegranate-red skirt.
But if he really was interested in