Picking up a Good-Looking Man and Bringing Him Home, He Turns Out to Be the Best in the World

Lu Wenying never thought that someone in this world could see such a situation. In the corner of the tea house, a young man in white was leaning on a bamboo chair, with a bowl of cool medicine in his hand. He had probably just coughed, his lips were lighter than rice paper, and his eyelashes were slightly drooped, like a jade statue that had been left in the mortal world. Then he looked up. Lu Wenying felt her heart skip a beat. Those eyes - how should I put it, were not any kind of beautiful she had ever seen. It is not the sharpness of a military commander, the nobility of a scholar, or the spirit of a young man. But... It's like a cold pool in the deepest part of the mountain. It's so clear that you can see the bottom, but you can't see the bottom. He saw her looking at him, tilted her head slightly, showing a weak and distant expression, as if to say: "Have you seen enough? Lu Wenying didn't see enough. Not only did she not see enough, she also walked over.