After Shen Chen finished his morning wash, Ye Zhi had been waiting in the garden for quite some time.
He approached in a black robe with cloud motifs on the edges, his graceful figure moving unhurriedly.
Having slept well the night before and tidied his stubble, he returned to his usual appearance, as bright as the moon, as gentle as a breeze.
In Tingling Garden, Ye Zhi, without a hint of shyness, stared directly at him and giggled, "Xiao Chen, you really are handsome, hehe."
Ming Yan was at a loss for words.
Miss, you've attended the Imperial College; you must maintain your composure, always.
You must not be completely taken by Mr. Shen.
Shen Chen chuckled and reciprocated the compliment, "Ah Zhi, you have the elegance of a flower and the grace of flowing clouds, like a celestial fairy, sought after but rarely found."
Compared to her praise, Shen Chen's was slightly superior~
