The Red Scorpion
"Why do you keep staring at me? Is it handsome for your taste?" Mao Shan bickered. This lad made his nape hair shiver from the head to the toe. The lad got closer to him, examined his face and neck, down to his body, then whispered to his ear, "Perfectly handsome." Mao Shan froze. Seeing Mao Shan's expression, he ope...