Chapter 8
"How did you end up looking like this?"
The man's gaze coldly swept over her eyebrows and eyes, his black pupils deep and inscrutable.
"I just got cake on my hair and clothes, a kind person lent me these clothes."
Jiang Moxi spoke calmly, but her heart was in turmoil.
She would never have called out "Uncle" if she had known that this would allow the man to discern her identity—she would rather die than have done it.
But just now, the man's presence was so terrifying that she momentarily forgot everything around her.
Seeing Fu Youhan's gaze still tightly fixed on her without a word, Jiang Moxi could only speak again, "These clothes don't really fit; they're quite uncomfortable."
But although she said the clothes didn't fit, what caught Fu Youhan's eyes was how the fabric perfectly wrapped her body, showing off her enchanting S-curve.
That slightly shocked face was even more charming.
Especially those eyes, with a natural blush at the corners, shimmering with water, they were seductively touching your heart.
But... she shouldn't be the woman from last night.