Below the right eye, a scarlet teardrop mole is placed there just right, like a mark deliberately left by fate.
That teardrop mole gave him a unique charm.
As expected of the bewitching nine-tailed fox in mythology, she can captivate everyone with just a smile.
He didn't smile, but his lips were slightly curled up, with a naturally lazy and nonchalant arc, as if everything in the world was in his hands and the rise and fall of all things was determined by him.
As the king of the nine-tailed fox clan, his every move reveals an innate noble temperament that ordinary men really cannot act out.
Things that seem natural are something that is in our bones.
Zi Mou looked at the enchanting face and for the first time felt that even if he was only regarded as a man for breeding, it was not bad.
Their son Su Wentian has indeed inherited the good looks of both of them.
In the future, who knows how many people will be fascinated by it.
Thinking of this, Su Yao couldn't help but smile.
That nonchalant and slightly teasing sneer made Su Murong stare at the stunning face, and his heart beat faster.
The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere of extreme tension, at least in his opinion. Her long, charming almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly: "What are you laughing at?"
"Laugh at me for being so lustful back then."
He curled his lips: "Are you referring to me?"
Su Yao walked into the pavilion, sat down casually, and said lightly: "No wonder I was deceived back then... The men of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, even every strand of hair exudes a bewitching aura."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Tell me, what's the matter."
Su Murong poured her a cup of tea first, smiling charmingly: "No hurry, have a cup of tea first."
Purple eyes raised slightly: "Want to apologize on behalf of your brother?"
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