Lan Tian lowered her gaze demurely, her attention fixated on his leg. Under the tangerine glow of the lamp, a shadow was cast, akin to the slender, butterfly-like lashes that fluttered ever so slightly, like a dancing butterfly taking flight into his heart, tickling his fancy.
Her nose was as delicate as a hanging gallbladder, her vermilion lips slightly pursed, shimmering with a seductive luster, tempting one to taste their flavor. Every so often, when she raised her head, her eyes rippled like waves, sparkling like stars. Under the bright light, her picturesque features seemed so unreal, ethereal and insubstantial.
He really wanted to pinch her, to see if the person before him was actually real!
"What are you doing?" Lan Tian swatted away the mischievous hand on her face, glared up at him, and said, "What are you messing around for? Can't you see I'm busy with serious matters? Still want your leg or not?"
