"Do I look pretty?"
"Beautiful, especially the jade mole on your lower belly, it's like a touch of divine inspiration…" Chen Feng realized something was amiss mid-sentence and hurriedly shut his mouth.
"Chen Feng, I'm going to kill you!" Zhu Qian'er pounced on him, biting his arm hard.
"Ouch! That really hurts! I mean… were you born in the year of the dog?"
Chen Feng screamed in pain, quickly turned over, and grabbed both of Zhu Qian'er's hands, rendering her unable to move. After a while of struggling and a commotion, a certain chemical reaction began between the two, and suddenly they both froze. After a moment, Zhu Qian'er said softly, "You jerk… when will you let go of me? You're hurting my hands."
"Oh… Oh…" Chen Feng, with flushed face and ears, released her hands, his heart pounding nervously.
