The most enchanting moment is when she shyly bows her head.
In Zhang Yuxi's eyes, her demeanor while opening and entering the door was rather stealthy, but in Chen Feng's eyes, it was charming. He couldn't help but think of a poem by the Southern Tang Emperor:
The flowers are bright, the moon dimmed by light mists, tonight is a good night to be with my lover. Treading softly in stockings on fragrant steps, holding gold-threaded shoes in hand. Seen south of the painted hall, always leaning against someone, shivering. But it's hard for me to come out, so make me treasure your affection to the fullest!
Of course, Zhang Yuxi is not Little Zhou Hou, and Chen Feng is far from being the Southern Tang Emperor. But this situation does bear some resemblance.
"Brother Feng!"
