"It suits you well."
"What else?"
"Very beautiful."
Han Yingying, holding her arms, looked at him, "Continue."
"Eyes with tender ripples, smile blossoming like flowers."
Han Yingying: …
Thinking it was not enough, Shen Mosheng continued to praise.
"A smile bursts like flowers, gentle voice fluidly flows."
"Bright as the rising sun through the morning clouds, vivid as the lotus emerges from magnificent waves."
"Delicate steps so uniquely fine, exquisitely unmatched in this world."
"Shen Mosheng, that's enough," Han Yingying weakly interrupted Shen Mosheng.
Knowing his scholarly depth, did he really need to show off like this?
Shen Qingyu leaned in and whispered in Han Yingying's ear, "If you didn't stop him, my brother could go on all day without pausing."
Han Yingying was shocked, "How much does he actually know?"
"I don't know, but ever since he was little, he could recite Tang poetry, Song lyrics, and the Book of Songs by heart."
