How come, she Ling Ruoqiu counts as a renowned beauty, right? Even if not city-sweeping gorgeous, she's definitely moon-blushing flower-shaming. And now she's the one initiating conversation, but Xiao Tianyu? Barely responds.
Ling Ruoqiu even wonders if she's still a great beauty?
Luckily there's no mirror here, or else Ling Ruoqiu would have to take a good look at herself, seeing if she really looks so unbearable.
Ling Ruoqiu's beautiful eyes continue to gaze at Xiao Tianyu, unable to help but ask, "Is that it?"
"What else?" Xiao Tianyu touches his nose, replying, "You mean I should be all, 'Wow~ Beauty, what's your name, how old are you, let's see if our fortunes clash, and if they don't, should I carry you home in a grand sedan chair?'"
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