Wen Jingheng was at a loss, and he couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you afraid?"
Hai Lan laughed heartily, "I've even played a female ghost. Are you afraid of me?"
The man's deep eyes took a serious look at her and he concluded, "How could I be afraid of such a beautiful ghost? But in my opinion, you don't suit the role of a female ghost."
"Then what do I suit?" Hai Lan asked with interest.
She thought Wen Jingheng would say that she was suited to play a fairy, but instead, he said, "You're suited to play an elf, and not just any elf, but one that's beautiful yet not vulgar, enchanting without being flamboyant."
Hai Lan smiled and teasingly asked, "Are you speaking sweet nothings to me?"
Wen Jingheng nodded earnestly, "Yes, indeed, sweet nothings."
This man, even when he spoke sweet nothings, somehow made them feel full of integrity. Had any other man said such words, she surely would have found them frivolous, but coming from him, they didn't feel like that at all.
