But then again, he was under someone else's roof. In order to survive, he had no choice but to lower his head for now.
While his thoughts wandered, he noticed the man's breathing gradually even out, followed by the faint sound of soft snores.
Yue Mingxuan turning his head slightly and studied the man's face.
The long lashes that was covered his narrow eyes; his tall and straight nose that was sat above his thin and tightly pressed lips.
The sharp lines of his face were smooth and pale, it was glowing softly under the candlelight which make him look more beautiful than the finest jade.
Beautiful. Too beautiful. This man was like a demon in human form.
Yue Mingxuan looked at the faint crease between his brows and gently smoothed it out with his fingers.
In front of others, this man was always so domineering and powerful. There's no one would guess he was once held as a political hostage.
