But Qian Zhirou's shrewdness in her eyes was something she could never fully conceal.
She strode up to me, and our distance gradually narrowed; I could distinctly smell the fragrance coming from her. Just as we were about to be nose to nose, a finger's breadth apart, Qian Zhirou stopped.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me, that gaze akin to seeing someone she was particularly fond of. I didn't dodge or hide, letting Qian Zhirou just look at me.
It was a long while before Qian Zhirou slowly spoke, "Your face really does have the ability to charm, but looking at the condition of your skin, you must have had treatments, right?"
She appraised my features with a playful air, "I had thought that men, being the coarse creatures they are, wouldn't live so delicately. I really didn't expect that our Mr. Lin is actually a man who loves beauty."
