Early the next morning, when the winter dawn gently illuminated the curtains, the idol-level genius girl warrior Kang Luoying, lying coyly in Shen Qiang's arms, lazily opened her beautiful eyes, and at first glance saw Shen Qiang, who was holding her fragrant shoulder, smiling at her.
She was stunned for a moment and then her pretty face flushed red.
Shyly lowering her head, she said bashfully and urgently, "Don't look at me, there's no flower on my face."
Seeing her shyness, Shen Qiang couldn't help but gently lift her chin with his hand and said with a smile, "Has no one ever told you that you're more beautiful than a flower?"
Kang Luoying's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and with a rosy face, she looked at Shen Qiang in surprise and joy, nodding. Yet, suddenly thinking of something, she shyly teased, "Liar, Sister Chu Qing and Sister Bizhu are the ones who are truly more beautiful than flowers."
