The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of slender legs. He slowly looked up at an enchanting young man. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed and he looked down at Xia Nuan. His pale pink lips were slightly pursed. He leaned against the door frame with his hands folded and looked calm and calm. However, Xia Nuan understood that every time this expression meant that someone was going to be unlucky. This time it was him who was lucky to die. It was miserable.