Andrew was dressed very casually today, wearing a light beige V-neck sweater and black casual pants, exuding a faint elegant charm.

 

"Do I look good?" He turned his head slightly, and their gazes briefly met.

 

His deep blue eyes were so profound that she felt a bit hesitant to look directly at him. Andrew faintly smirked. In fact, when she approached the door, his wolf instincts had already detected her scent, which was quite alluring to him.

 

"Yes," she honestly nodded, smiling, "Your voice is quite nice too."

 

His voice was low and magnetic, like a cello's bass note.

 

"'Good-looking' isn't much of a compliment for a man," he said...