Gu Qingyao and Mo Beihan went upstairs. When they entered their room, Mo Beihan embraced her from behind. "Who spoke to you? Is he more handsome than me?"
Gu Qingyao was rather amused. "Is that the crucial point?"
"It's not?"
Gu Qingyao: "…"
"A man I didn't recognize. He has mixed blood and is very handsome. He looks rather frail. Judging from his appearance, he is certainly very ill. His age… he's in his thirties. He's about as tall as you, but a little thinner."
Chu Yi might be handsome and might have a noble air, but he and Mo Beihan were on par in this respect. His figure was definitely much inferior to Mo Beihan's figure.
Mo Beihan was tall, strong and had an upright bearing. He gave people a sense of security, but he was not overwhelming.
Chu Yi was different. After all, he had been ill for a long time. He was thinner, and his complexion was poor. He was rather sallow.
"He said his name is Chu Yi. Do you know him?"