'Looks like Hu Mei is with Aunt Zheng. No wonder she messaged me out of the blue today.'
[Yang Hui: Aren't all men the same? Of course we like pretty girls, the super-pretty kind.]
'You get what I mean, right? I don't judge people by their looks, but when it comes to finding a woman, I'm all about appearance.'
[Sheep In a Tiger's Den: So have you ever met this so-called "super-pretty" girl you're describing?]
Of course he had. An image of that mysterious young lady immediately surfaced in Yang Hui's mind. Her beauty had truly stunned him.
It was a kind of beauty that was grand and dignified, a perfect combination of exquisite features and flawless bone structure. She possessed both the cold, striking allure of a red plum blossom in the snow and the regal bearing of an emperor surveying his realm.
[Yang Hui: Of course. I just saw her recently.]
[Sheep In a Tiger's Den: Oh? Where did you see her? Did she mesmerize you?]
