A long gown with a round collar made of mustard yellow silk with embroidered gold-red silk pavilions and adorned with brown-yellow trimming made Gu Chengyu look even more handsome and impressively majestic.
As he saluted her lady, his peach blossom eyes tilted upward at the corners, eyes seeming drunk yet clear, making people dare not meet his gaze for fear of being entranced.
Mrs. Gao turned around and discovered Qing Dai staring straight at Mr. Gu, her eyes unblinking, seemingly entranced. Fury rose in her heart; was this brazen girl thinking others to be blind? Staring so boldly, if Mr. Gu were to notice, whose reputation would it tarnish?
Mrs. Gao tugged at Qing Dai's sleeve, and Qing Dai suddenly snapped back to her senses, her face flushing to the roots of her neck. How did she become so mesmerized by looking at Mr. Gu? It was truly embarrassing.
