Her curved brows were like brushstrokes, her skin as white as snow, so delicate it seemed a breath or touch might break it. Her face, lovely whether smiling or pouting, was exquisite enough to steal one's breath. Most striking were her eyes: as her gaze shifted, the charm she unconsciously revealed made hearts race.
Chen Mu froze for a moment, startled by A Sang's beauty. Only upon seeing her face did he understand why she usually wore a veil-and why Miao Xuan had always wanted her.
In beauty alone, even Su Liu Cherou fell a little short of her. Hers was a beauty of overwhelming impact, without a single flaw. Once one's eyes touched her, they could scarcely move away.
Chen Mu had a strong resistance to beautiful women, thanks to his childhood experiences. Later, although he had not been surrounded by a cloud of beauties, women such as Lu Xiaoru and Su Liu Cherou possessed rare combinations of fine looks and bearing.
Yet the sudden sight of A Sang's unveiled face still left him briefly stunned. He soon recovered, however, and marveled inwardly, So beautiful!
His expression returned to normal, and Chen Mu said admiringly, "Miss A Sang, you're so beautiful you left me staring."
A Sang's lovely eyes abruptly lit up. The changes in Chen Mu's expression and gaze had not escaped her notice. The admiration in her eyes deepened, but her surprise deepened even more.
Though this Qiao Yuan was ugly, his heart seemed open and his gaze clear. No matter how she looked at him, he did not seem like a cruel, violent man.
A Sang smiled softly, revealing two faint dimples. "A compliment from Mr. Qiao makes my heart blossom with joy. Whew, it's so much more comfortable without the veil." She stuck out her