At this moment, Feng Xiaoyue shed the air of a literary young woman and transformed into something incredibly enticing—a bashful shyness characteristic of a grown girl.
Zhizhong's heart fluttered, as if a nerve had been lightly tickled.
Beautiful!
The charm was enticing!
He genuinely liked this kind of woman…
No wonder Brother Xuan had mentioned she was an Old Chu Girl—sigh…
However, right then, Zhizhong's mind was absolutely clear, and he quickly caught on.
