Ji Kongyou, whose smile bloomed radiantly, exhibited a startling beauty. Beneath that beauty, Zheng Ming couldn't help but be somewhat intoxicated, "You—you, crying and laughing, have made yourself look just like a little flower Cat."
"Meow meow!" The little golden cat standing beside the great black bull cried out in dissatisfaction twice, meaning to tell Zheng Ming not to slander their feline kind.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Zheng Ming was in no mood to pay attention to Little Jin, his focus entirely on Ji Kongyou.
Little Jin, who received no reply from Zheng Ming, shot him a contemptuous look and then lazily sprawled back onto a stone.
Ji Kongyou pulled a plain white handkerchief from her clothing, wiped her face, then turned to Zheng Ming and asked, "Do I look pretty?"
"Very pretty!" Zheng Ming spoke these words with utter sincerity.
