The next morning, when the sunlight illuminated the curtains, Shen Qiang awoke to see Bai Jiao quietly watching him beside him. Her smile was sweet, and her beautiful eyes were as charming as peach blossoms.
Seeing Shen Qiang staring at her in a daze, Bai Jiao, with a hint of pride in her heart, coyly teased, "Why are you staring at my face? It's quite embarrassing."
Shen Qiang smiled gently, "I was just contemplating the meaning of the phrase 'a feast for the eyes.' I could never understand why the ancient scholars always used this phrase to describe a beauty. But just now, looking into your eyes, I suddenly realized that with a beauty like you by my side, no amount of delicious food could capture my attention."
Bai Jiao giggled, her beautiful face filled with happiness.
Her snow-white arms wrapped around Shen Qiang involuntarily, and she sweetly whispered, "You're quite handsome yourself!"
Shen Qiang laughed.
