Rustle...
Zhang Wei slid the plate of spaghetti closer to her. "Here, eat more, or you'll become malnourished," he teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood.
"Shut up," Murong Jinxiang retorted, her cheeks flushing a subtle shade of red.
She glanced at her wrist—slender, perhaps too much so.
As her eyes traveled downwards, she bit her lip.
Her chest obscured her view, making it difficult for her to see the soft skin of her thighs that peeked through the slit of her Cheongsam.
She was acutely aware of her beauty and the youthful grace she maintained despite her advancing years, a reality that led her to bite her lips in discomfort, especially unaware that Zhang Wei was staring at the unintentionally seductive expression she was making.
Murong Jinxiang, however, had learned how to navigate the attention her appearance attracted; she had faced numerous challenges because of it in the past.
