Megan and Bella got busy again. Megan needed to clean up the bathwater and Ethan Brooks's dirty clothes, while Bella stood behind Ethan Brooks, holding a comb in her hand, ready to help tidy up Ethan Brooks's hair.

Originally, Ethan Brooks felt a bit embarrassed to trouble her, but he really had no idea how to deal with this long hair himself, so he could only let Bella fuss around behind him.

Before long, Megan also came over to help, her small hands full of girls' things, and her tone unusually gentle: "Young Master Feng, do you want your eyebrows trimmed?"

"Trim my ass!" Ethan Brooks waved his hand.

"Want some eyeshadow?"

"No need!"

"How about curling your eyelashes?"

"Not necessary!"

"A bit of lip balm?"

Ethan Brooks glanced sideways at Megan, helplessly saying, "I'm a man!"

Megan blinked her big innocent eyes and timidly asked, "Maybe a little rouge...?"

Ethan Brooks took a deep breath, looked at Megan and said, "You can have all these things. Don't ever show them to me again."

Megan's hands trembled as she whispered, "But Young Master Feng, you spent a fortune on these at Tianyu Tower. We... we can't afford to use them."

"If you don't want to use them, just throw them away," Ethan Brooks said indifferently.

Throw them away? Megan and Bella exchanged a look of utter shock. Young Master Feng used to treasure these things, and even the disciples of Tianxiu couldn't bear to use them. What on earth was going on today, for him to want to throw them all out?

"Right, if you can't bear to throw them away, just take them to Tianyu Tower and ask if they'll buy them back. Most of them have barely been used. If they give you half price, that's fine. We're not greedy. After they buy them back, they can still resell them and make a good profit. Bella, don't stop, I'm not talking to you—hurry up and finish my hair."

"Clatter..." Megan dropped everything in her hands to the floor, staring at Ethan Brooks in astonishment.

Chapter 10: Handsome or Not

Once his hair was done, Ethan Brooks shooed the two girls out. He still wasn't used to being waited on like this.

He spent quite a while by himself tidying up his appearance, then stood in front of the bronze mirror to examine his current look. Ethan Brooks nodded, extremely satisfied, and muttered to himself, "Handsome as hell!"

This body was already quite good-looking, even outstanding, but the previous owner, influenced by his personality, insisted on going down a different path, which made him look rather awkward.

But all that was in the past. The original Ethan Brooks was dead. The current Ethan Brooks was a disciple of the Tang Sect, and of course wouldn't make things hard for himself or let others look down on him.

Bella and Megan stood at the door, whispering softly. Young Master Feng's behavior today was just too strange—he not only spoke politely to them, but his whole personality seemed to have changed, and he even wanted to throw away all the things he used to like. The two girls just couldn't figure it out.

"Do you think Young Master Feng is just finding a new way to mess with us?" Megan asked doubtfully. "If I really throw those things away, he'll definitely scold me later."

"Maybe Young Master Feng has grown up," Bella said after thinking for a moment. "Maybe he realized he was wrong before. Maybe he wants to change?"

"He can grow up?" Megan snorted. "Bella, you're just too soft-hearted, that's why he always bullies you. Even after he bullies you, you still speak up for him. I think I'd better not throw them away yet. Who knows, maybe in a few days the young master will come asking for them again."

"I'm not speaking up for him," Bella quickly waved her hand. "It's just that Young Master Feng's eyes looked really different today."

"How were they different?" Megan asked curiously.

Bella tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Before, Young Master Feng's eyes were always gloomy, and even when he looked at us, he seemed timid and weak. But today, he looked really confident."

Megan was about to retort when suddenly two long, drawn-out coughs sounded from behind them. Turning around, they saw Ethan Brooks with his fist to his mouth, pretending to cough.

The two girls were a little flustered. Although they didn't really like Ethan Brooks, they were here to serve him, and gossiping behind his back wasn't right. They were about to apologize, but suddenly froze, their mouths forming perfect circles, their four beautiful eyes wide open, staring straight at Ethan Brooks.

Th-this is Ethan Brooks? Was this the same man who usually spoke in a strange, affected way and walked with exaggerated swaying steps?

Sword-like brows and starry eyes, elegant and handsome, straight nose and thin lips, graceful and serene, rosy lips and white teeth, dignified features, a melancholy gaze, gentleness tinged with sorrow, moving with ease, dashing and charming.

What a handsome and ethereal young man!

Especially those eyes—deep and full of an endless allure, with a faint sadness swirling within, making one feel a pang of heartache and sorrow, and an urge to hold this man in their arms and comfort him.

As this thought arose, two bright red blushes instantly bloomed on the girls' cheeks, quickly spreading up their necks.

"Handsome or not?" Ethan Brooks asked softly, a faint smile on his lips.

The two girls nodded repeatedly, lips pressed together, eyes unwilling to blink even once.

"Do you like it?"

The two girls nodded vigorously.