"Auntie, you are so beautiful," Tang Feng couldn't help but admire. Fairies are beautiful, but they pale in comparison to the mature woman before him.
The beauty of a woman is intangible; as soon as you see her, you feel it's beautiful, something that can't be compared with the innocence of a girl or love.
"Xiao Feng, no, we can't do this," Zou Mei's eyes seemed on the verge of spilling tears, extremely charming.
"I understand." Tang Feng quietly let go of her hand.
"I'm okay now, let's go out to eat," Zou Mei breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a slight sense of loss at the thought, which scared her.
Who is Tang Feng? A true Immortal, with no sense of morality in his heart; he would do as he pleased.
But now he had learned to respect others' feelings.
He understood Zou Mei's rejection and embarrassment. Of course, what had just happened wasn't intentional; it's hard for a man to remain indifferent in front of a beautiful woman.
