"Where are you from, sir?" The woman in purple dusted off a chair, inviting Gu Zhao to sit. She then settled across from him, turning sideways to display her delicate, curvaceous figure.
Gu Zhao couldn't help but let his eyes trail up and down her body before his expression turned serious. "I am from Changping Prefecture, traveling to Yongzhou to find inspiration for poetry and painting."
The woman in red glanced at Gu Zhao's eager expression, then at Zhuo Qingyan's cold one, and a knowing smile touched her lips. Her smile toward Gu Zhao grew even more radiant. "You are handsome and dashing, sir, and your talent is extraordinary. I am truly impressed."
"You flatter me. I just dabble in writing and painting, that's all," Gu Zhao said humbly.
"Why be so modest, sir?" The woman in purple shot Gu Zhao a flirtatious look. "If you have some free time tonight, could you perhaps paint a portrait of me and add a line of poetry?"
