Su Bei's hands subconsciously braced against his knees as he stared blankly at Mo Li before him.
The loose-collared gown revealed her tender, white, slender neck, and her cherry-red lips further accentuated the fairness of her rouged cheeks. Yet, she did not possess the enchanting charm of other women; instead, she exuded an air of brisk efficiency.
If one looked directly at her, her pride was so intense it could make one's heart palpitate. Yet, only when she faced him could he sense that subtle, inadvertent tenderness.
"Truly beautiful."
Mo Li chuckled, then gently raised a finger, its tip brushing across her cheek, wiping away a hint of crimson.
She gazed into Su Bei's eyes, lifted his chin, and spoke, her voice as delicate as an orchid, carrying a slightly intoxicating fragrance from the sugar cubes left behind, "Where does your disciple look beautiful?"
