Military boots, camo pants paired with an army green sweatshirt, her damp short hair bristly with spirit, delicate features on her beautiful, flushed face glowed with a radiant sheen, her figure slender and graceful. Eyeing Luo Ye as he approached, Feng Hua laughed and said: "A beauty fresh from her bath is indeed a sight for sore eyes!"
"Are you complimenting me?" Luo Ye laughed.
"I originally wanted to say you're beautiful, but then I thought, that's just so cliché and insincere, so I figured I should phrase it differently."
With feigned seriousness, Luo Ye said: "Feng Hua, you truly are beautiful!" Spreading his hands: "I can't help it, you're just so beautiful, I have to tell it like it is."
With an oval face, light willow-leaf eyebrows, a high nose bridge, cherry-red lips, skin smooth as honey, and a figure as lithe as a willow, her classical beauty had a touch of modern wildness—Feng Hua was indeed beautiful.
