"There are three greatest pleasures in the world: ascending the throne to become the Emperor, transcending tribulation to become an Immortal, and gazing at beauties with drunken eyes," the dashing man wrapped an arm around a svelte woman in a pink dress and planted a kiss on her face. "Since I can't be the Emperor or an Immortal, I can only take pleasure in gazing at beauties with drunken eyes."
"Oh, you're so annoying~" the woman pressed her hand against her chest.
The dashing man's playful hand was pressed down; the woman's force seemed coquettish, neither rejecting nor welcoming, more like she was using his hand to caress herself.
The dashing man laughed heartily, his hand alternating between lively movements and tapping to the music, saying to the singing girl, "Sing 'Upon First Sight of Shyness'!"
The sound of the zither and the lute changed as the green-dressed singer softly sang:
