After hearing Shen Liuyu's answer, Li Mingzhu looked enlightened, but her unwavering stare left him feeling a little awkward.
So he met her gaze and stared straight back.
This was actually the first time Shen Liuyu had truly studied his face.
It was a proud, fair face with clean, distinct contours and a straight nose. His deep purple eyes seemed almost magical, drawing people in with irresistible force.
Although the boy had been nothing but gentle throughout their walk, the pride and aloofness between his brows still showed through.
The longer Shen Liuyu looked, the more entranced she became. She froze without realizing it, only snapping back to her senses when Li Mingzhu met her eyes.
Two blushes rose on her cheeks, and her heart kept pounding.
Seeing Shen Liuyu lower her head shyly, how could Li Mingzhu not know what was going on? My character model really delivers. After all, Douluo is a world that judges by appearances.
But having Shen Liuyu keep her head lowered was hardly a solution, so Li Mingzhu half-jokingly asked, "Miss Shen, is there something dirty on my face?"
At Li Mingzhu's teasing voice, Shen Liuyu buried her head even lower, like an ostrich.
Only after a long while did she answer in a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, "Y-yes... there is."
Then she hastily raised her eyes and stole another quick glance at Li Mingzhu, only to find him watching her with a smile.
That made her even more embarrassed. Her little face flushed bright red, and she felt too ashamed to face anyone.
To escape this embarrassing situation, Shen Liuyu put her seldom-used brain to work at full speed, hoping to come up with a good idea.
"R-right, how did you cultivate so quickly? Uncle wanted me to ask you