"Summarize my relationship with Boss An Su?"
Miss Chenxing cocked her head, her pale index finger resting on her thin lips, strands of hair crafted from Radiance falling down, her heterochromatic eyes – one green, one blue – blinked as if deep in thought. The evening breeze brushed by, and the setting sun's orange ripples splashed across her lifted long hair, flowing through the gaps between the strands.
In the serene twilight, a gentle, exceedingly beautiful girl contemplated silently, with a glistening lake shimmering behind her. The composition was as still as an ink wash painting imbued with the essence of autumn.
After some thought, she revealed a faint smile; that smile, alighting onto the cheeks of the Dawn Saintess, shone as brightly and dazzlingly as spring waters – there's not a smile more pure than this in the world. She said earnestly –
"It can only be a pure... plush... relationship."
Damn it... An Su's face darkened – no ivory comes from the mouth of a bone.
