"Thank you,"
Situ Xuan smiled faintly at her, the pale warmth in his grayish-blue eyes reminiscent of a restrained, fine piece of jade.
"It seems the word I hear you say most often is 'thank you,'"
His voice was deep and mellow, like the sonorous tone of a cello reverberating within the small space of the car, blending with the subtle scent of his cologne.
That remark actually made Jian Anning laugh.
She wasn't the type of great beauty that dazzles at first glance. Yet, she was the kind that became more appealing the more one looked. Especially when she smiled, with curved eyebrows and sparkling eyes, and something resembling silkworms forming under her eyes. Her rosy lips parted slightly, revealing teeth white as jade. It dimmed the excessive solemnity on her face and added touches of playfulness. Like the sunlight on Seattle's coast, gentle, demure, yet with a hint of passion.
"Are you American?"...
