Yuan Shu's voice was crisp and refreshing, like a gurgling stream in a valley.
Her voice was between that of a young girl and a mature woman, and it was in a delicate transition stage. However, her tone was cold, as if the snow on the snow mountain had just melted, converging into an endless river that splashed against the stone wall with a crisp sound.
Tan Jing came back to his senses and looked at Yuan Shu's face.
Her eyebrows were willowy, and her eyes were as clear as a spring lake. She looked like a person who had walked out of a landscape painting, but her lips were moist and rosy, like a red plum in the snow.
Was the rumored unruly and vicious young lady this beautiful?
It seemed that the rumors were really unbelievable.
"May I ask what brand your lipstick is?" Tan Jing stared at her red lips and couldn't help but ask.
Yuan Shu was stunned. "Lipstick? I just ate two cherries, so that's probably why my lips are dyed."
