"Not bad, pretty good!"
Ye Haochuan glanced over and caught a glimpse of a curve out of the corner of his eye. His heart became ablaze, so he casually remarked without looking closely.
He didn't notice that Zhu Wenjing had already discovered his sneaky gaze wandering on her body.
"Ye Haochuan, do you think this sword looks good?"
Thus, Zhu Wenjing put the sword in her hand back in place, then casually picked up another sword, held it to her heart, and softly asked.
"It looks good, it looks good!" Ye Haochuan replied eagerly, yet his eyes were still fixed on certain places, with a glisten at the corner of his mouth.
"Then, does this look good?"
Zhu Wenjing pointed to her heart with a little finger and whispered.
"Good... good sword! Good sword! Truly a peerless sword!"
Ye Haochuan suddenly realized something was amiss, and he quickly reacted, grabbing a short sword from the side and praising it repeatedly, earning admiration for his quick thinking.
