"I'm not wrong, this person's features are indeed very attractive, and his skin is so delicate, just like a woman's,"
Seeing the expressions of the others change, Su Qingqing continued with a matter-of-fact face.
Hearing Su Qingqing's remark, the others turned their gazes toward the man on the bed who was at death's door.
Before, no one had paid attention, but now, prompted by Su Qingqing, they took a good look and everyone was stunned.
At first glance, there was nothing unusual, but upon closer inspection, the injured man's features were indeed extraordinarily refined, his face so beautiful it was almost scandalous.
His hair was fluffy and slightly curled with a hint of brown, his skin fair and smooth, eyelashes long and layered like fan leaves, and his straight nose sat above slightly parted lips. His thin lips, though not reddened with rouge, were more crimson and enticing than cherries, making one nearly unable to resist the temptation to bite.