Chapter 51
Behind the curtain there was a alluring silhouette. She finished reciting, paused a little and asked, "Was this poem written by Master Ou?"
"You can use my name directly, I'm pretty laid-back."
"Master Ou..."
"..." Cheng Dalei.
This soft and sweet voice seeped into Cheng Dalei's heart and his rough heart quivered a bit.
The room was lit by red candles and filled with the scent of flowers, while the silhouette behind the gauze curtain moved leisurely. Cheng Dalei tip-toed, leaned forward with wide open eyes, trying to see through the curtain.
Such behaviour was not very dignified, but Cheng Dalei had never been too preoccupied with his image. He really wanted to take a good look at Liu Zhi, to figure out how a 16-year-old girl – still developing – could be so devastatingly beautiful.
Perhaps it's all false advertising.
