Early the next morning, when Shen Qiang woke up, the enchanting Baihua Palace Master, Weisheng Zhimei, was leaning her head on her hand and watching Shen Qiang.
Looking at her beautiful face and smelling the faint shampoo scent mixed with her body fragrance from her cascading hair, Shen Qiang couldn't help but laugh: "How long have you been staring at me? Have you been mesmerized by my looks so much that you can't turn away?"
Weisheng Zhimei smiled gently, her hair hanging in front tickling Shen Qiang's face.
"Narcissist, I've checked your records, back when you were in school, you were short and unattractive, at least you looked harmless, but now you've turned into a complete bad boy."
Shen Qiang laughed, wrapped his arms around her voluptuous waist, and softly said: "Can I interpret your words as you're worried because you can't believe you've snagged me?"
