Beside the window where the sunlight shines, an outstanding and beautiful figure sits there quietly. The sunlight scatters, and the owner of the figure is shrouded in a circle of golden light, making him look even more otherworldly.
The young man tilted his head so that he could see the expression on the man's face clearly.
The long pure ink-colored hair flows down, half of it is tied up in a simple bun and fixed on the back of the head; the other half is poured down the graceful back like a waterfall, and will be gently raised every time the breeze blows.
The slender legs crossed and resting, the delicate curves can still be seen under the pure white robe.
Looking further up, there is a face that can confuse all living beings.
A man's eyes cannot be too big, otherwise he will only be called "cute".
The person in front of you has a pair of extremely beautiful upturned peach blossom eyes. The slightly upward curve seems to be able to easily draw away your soul.
Not to mention those beautiful pure black pupils.
The high bridge of the nose, the delicate lines, and the pink lips, just quietly raised upward, even if he is not smiling, there will be a feeling that he is smiling.
The snow-white skin looks fragile, and even under the sun, you can clearly see the cyan color under the skin.
"Master, the tea is ready." The young man called softly.
The man turned his head gently, his eyes smiling.
"Well, bring it over."