The Lord or a Teenage Girl? (I)

Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, Feng Zhen looked at the document made out of bamboo slips on the table, then at Li Yun's dull expression. Inexplicably, his mood improved.

"Hanmei, what's that expression on your face?"

He was such a beautiful child on the outside but was just so stupid and dull on the inside. What a waste of his natural good looks.

Li Yun recovered his mental faculties and said in a bewildered manner, "Mister Feng, am I dreaming right now? This dream feels too real."

Feng Zhen was silent as he thought about teasing him a little.

"Why do you say that you're dreaming? Come here, stretch out your arm and let me pinch you to see if it hurts."

Li Yun complied obediently. He stretched out his strong and muscular right arm. The firm muscles that were revealed when he pulled up his sleeve made Feng Zhen feel envy, jealousy, and hatred.