Meng Zhuqing withdrew his gaze from his own hand and looked at the person in black on the ground with complexity. His face turned slightly red as he answered, "That is not a young master, but a young lady."
And just now, he had touched this young lady's...
An Jing immediately understood; it turned out this person was a woman disguised as a man.
Driven by curiosity, he walked over and upon seeing the stunning beauty of the person on the ground, he couldn't help but praise, "Such beauty! On par with your brother. If your brother saw her, his heart would definitely be much more at ease."
Because he was even more beautiful than a woman, Meng Lanqing always harbored a grudge about this and especially loathed his own exceedingly beautiful face.
Meng Zhuqing remained silent, once again casting a complex gaze at the person on the ground.
