The man's dark eyes were as deep as the majestic ocean. In the darkness of his eyes was a hint of blue, and in the dark, they were like modest yet brilliant night-luminescent pearls.
He opened his eyes and looked directly into her eyes. His calm, unwavering eyes did not contain a shred of surprise.
His thin lips parted and out came a deep husky voice. It was like a cello that had not been used for a long time. With a deep and resounding sound, it reverberated throughout the room.
"You didn't wash your face today."
"Ex… Excuse me?"
Bruce frowned as he looked at the baffled woman in front of him.
"You didn't even wash your hair yesterday before you went to bed."
Hilla was completely stunned. The next second, she rolled off the bed. Surprised, she covered her mouth, and she mumbled vaguely, "Y-Y-Y-You're awake!"
