C283 Seven Years of Itch No Scratching

All of a sudden, the image of a beauty in those Chinese poems appeared in his mind.

Mo Yov had a pair of deep eyelids, the shape of her eyes hooked up and out, the tail of her eyes was heroic and charming, and it did not lose its sweetness. When she smiled, her pupils were like paint, clear and clean, like stars and water.

These eyes could capture the heart and soul of a person