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The side of his face, bathed in sunlight, appeared perfectly chiseled as if sculpted by a master craftsman. His skin was as white as jade, with a hint of crystal-like transparency.
His long eyelashes were thick and lush, resembling a pair of black brushes, which made Le Yao Yao gasp in surprise, questioning whether he was wearing false eyelashes. After all, she had never seen a boy with such long and beautiful eyelashes before!
However, Le Yao Yao didn’t dwell on that thought for long. When her gaze met the man’s indifferent and icy deep black eyes, her heart involuntarily shivered.
Wow, it’s so cold…
Those pitch-black eyes were like ancient ice, devoid of warmth. Just being looked at by him made her feel as though her blood was gradually turning cold.
Le Yao Yao shivered lightly and quickly lowered her face, afraid to make eye contact with this man who resembled a thousand-year-old glacier. She feared that his cold gaze would freeze her to the core.
Yet, she couldn’t help but grumble internally about him. The living embodiment of hell was indeed unpredictable; his temperament was always so changeable. Last night, although he had been equally indifferent, he hadn’t felt as bone-chillingly cold as he did now. It was as if he had just emerged from an ice cave.
Suppressing the urge to shiver, Le Yao Yao adopted the respectful tone she had seen on television and spoke to the man with utmost deference.
"Your servant greets the Prince, wishing you longevity."
"En."
The man merely hummed in response to Le Yao Yao's greeting, acknowledging her with a slight sound.
Suddenly, he turned and slowly walked toward Le Yao Yao.
Upon seeing him approach, a chill ran down Le Yao Yao's spine, causing every hair on her body to stand on end. She straightened her back and looked into the man's eyes, quickly becoming wary.
Her expression mirrored that of small animals in the forest when they encounter a powerful predator, filled with fear and caution as if anticipating that the fierce beast might pounce on her at any moment!
He was coming closer. What did he want?!
Le Yao Yao's heart raced with anxiety as her gaze remained fixed on the man's expressionless yet handsome face.
It was undeniably a face blessed by heaven—handsome and innocent—but all that showed on it was coldness, pure coldness.
His eyes, dark as ink, resembled an unfathomable ancient lake—deep and still, offering no hint of his thoughts.
Moreover, with each step he took toward her, Le Yao Yao felt an overwhelming chill closing in around her, quickening her heartbeat and heightening her tension.
Just as she felt compelled to retreat a few steps from this powerful aura, she suddenly saw the man stop three paces away from her. He then slowly opened his arms toward Le Yao Yao.
At first glance, Le Yao Yao was taken aback, her pretty face frozen in confusion. It was as if she couldn't quite grasp the situation. Just then, a hoarse yet captivating voice, cold as ice, came from above her.
"Are you not going to help this prince change?"
"Uh!? Change... clothes!?"
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
It turned out he had approached her to ask for her help in changing clothes, which had startled her just moments ago.
Realizing this, Le Yao Yao let out a sigh of relief. However, as if remembering something, her lovely dark eyebrows furrowed tightly.
After all, she had never served anyone in her life, and the clothing of these ancient people was particularly complicated. She truly had no idea how to help him dress.
But looking at the cold and aloof face above her, Le Yao Yao bit her silver fang and decided to go for it.
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