"Is the glass attractive? Or are you trying to shatter the glass with your stare?" Di Fuyi sarcastically asked while swirling the glass in his hand.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts and took another careful look at the glass. Swiftly, she praised, "The glass is indeed attractive."
"It isn't just good. It is unique, the one and only. There won't be another set of these glasses in the entire world." Modesty did not exist in his dictionary. He displayed his glassware collection to her - there were a jar and two glasses, looking incredibly complementary.
Gu Xijiu responded in a low and weak hum as approval and fell back into silence.
Di Fuyi looked at her again, and a thought suddenly struck him, so he decided to join her in silence. Nonchalantly, he just sat there with one of his legs folded.
