Mo Zhou happened to look up and their eyes met. Both of them were stunned on the spot.

Mo Zhou never expected that what would emerge would be such a small female, slender and adorable, with a shy expression and eyes as bright as the moon.

The moment he saw Yu Wanwan, he felt as if all the noise around him disappeared, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was as if countless pink petals appeared before his eyes, and a few petals were blown down by the wind, drifting and landing on her head, making her look even more delicate.

Mo Zhou's breathing suddenly stopped, and his usually cold body temperature seemed to rise. The contradictory feeling made him feel uncomfortable yet comfortable.

Mo Zhou will remember this scene for the rest of his life.

Mo Zhou, being a cold-blooded animal, showed no outward change, but Yu Wanwan blushed completely.

The man before her exuded an aura of nobility and mystery, completely different from the wild beauty of the White Tiger Beastman. However, Yu Wanwan only thought that this was because people are different, and never expected that Mo Zhou was from the cold-blooded beastman race.

She felt that the person in front of her was exactly to her aesthetic sensibilities, with a delicate face, deep features as if carved by a knife and axe, sharp angles, and a strand of black hair hanging down in front of her chest.

What's even more surprising is that the orc's eyes are purple and shimmering.

Upon seeing him, Yu Wanwan immediately thought of the kind of imperial uncle from ancient times—charming, languid, and full of allure.

This "royal uncle" seems to be in poor health; his pale face makes his lips appear even redder, like a poppy—beautiful, alluring, and extremely dangerous.

Yu Wanwan was the first to come to her senses. She patted her burning face, secretly cursing that beauty had ruined her life, and apologized to Mo Zhou, "Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your rest."