After talking with Huo Sanjian for about three minutes, Jun Wangchen finally coaxed, tricked, and bluffed him into leaving. He leaned against the wall, looking exhausted.
Huo Sanjian was an incurably curious child, firing off one question after another until Jun Wangchen almost wanted to hit him.
Fortunately, handsome men generally had good tempers, and he embodied the very essence of handsomeness. That was the only reason a tragedy had been averted.
Ah, forget it. In my next life, I must be a woman and marry a handsome, decent man like me.
"Jun Wangchen, are you feeling unwell?" Zi Hanyan had just come out of the restroom when she saw him rubbing his temples and leaning against the wall as though he had a headache.
"A little." Jun Wangchen nodded and sighed. "I just saw an incredibly, incredibly handsome guy. His good looks left me shaken for ages. We gazed into each other's eyes, and it was like love at first sight. At that moment, time itself seemed to stop. Finally, my hand went numb, so I put down the mirror..."
"Pfft... Jun Wangchen, you're so full of yourself!" Zi Hanyan burst out laughing.
Jun Wangchen rubbed his nose and said with a perfectly straight face, "Good looks lead fashion, and self-love makes dreams come true!"
"All you do is brag... come on!" Zi Hanyan rolled her eyes at him, pointed upstairs, and led the way.
Jun Wangchen scratched the back of his head. *Me, bragging? Damn it, back in the day, I took a watermelon knife and hacked my way from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Blood flowed with every swing of my blade. I vaguely remember all those eyes around me, filled with fear and admiration. Then I... right, that's enough. I'll finish