"So you do have quite the eye," Su Yaoji graciously accepted Tangyu's compliment with a face full of allure. She was the spitting image of a fairy reborn—a furrow of her brow, a movement, even a glance, an action, everything about her was captivatingly charming. Such a beauty could perhaps even outshine Xinxin in terms of allure. Though, when it comes to lasting charm, it wasn't certain that she'd surpass Xinxin. In any case, both women were exceptionally rare beauties, each outstanding in their own way.
Tangyu responded with a sunny smile, "That's absolutely necessary, Su sis! Look, hanging around Xinxin every day, I must have been influenced somehow. Just by looking at Xinxin a few more times, naturally, my taste has improved to a certain extent, otherwise wouldn't that be letting Xinxin down—hiss—"
He couldn't finish his sentence as he sucked in a breath; Zhao Xinxin had kicked him again.
"What happened?" Su Yaoji asked.
