Sun Erniang met Ye Guichen's gaze and inexplicably felt a bit flustered: "You, you're too idealistic; there are no good men under the heavens!"
"Hehe, give it a try; it's always good!"
As Ye Guichen spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and placed it on Sun Erniang's face.
Sun Erniang froze, completely unprepared for Ye Guichen to touch her. She wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.
"Don't move!" Ye Guichen's voice seemed to have a magical power, rendering Sun Erniang's body stiff and momentarily in a daze, even forgetting to dodge.
Ye Guichen gently activated the Evergreen Art, and his hand caressed Sun Erniang's face like a massage, streams of vitality flowing from his hand into her skin.
At first, Sun Erniang only felt a ticklish, numb sensation.
But soon, she felt as though some dead skin started peeling away.
"Oh my, what am I seeing?"
"Big Sister's face, look everyone, Big Sister's face!"
