Bab 93: Fresh Caught Shrimp

Xu Feng was nestled in the plush, leather-upholstered seats of his sleek Mercedes Benz carriage as it rolled steadily toward Yilin town. The exuberant dancing on the seats from earlier had given way to a forced and meticulously controlled temperament.

His silver hair, expertly arranged in another intricate updo, framed his face in a way that accentuated its striking beauty. The recent events had left his lips even redder and more pouty than before. 

While his face generally maintained a stoic composure, the flush of his cheeks provided an alluring contrast, hinting at the disheveled state he had briefly embraced.

The journey had prompted him to change out of the formal robe he had worn earlier in the day. In its place, he now wore a simpler, more practical outfit, carefully layered beneath his homemade padded jacket to fend off the winter chill.