"Men on the left, women on the right, give me your left hand first," Shangguan Wuqiu said with a burst of joy, her smile blooming like a flower.
Facing Shangguan Wuqiu's smile, Ye Fan felt as if a light had suddenly shone before him, and he was momentarily dazed, lost in a trance. He couldn't help but admire inwardly how Shangguan Wuqiu's smile harmoniously blended the charm of a young matron with the purity of a young girl, truly indescribable. He considered himself experienced with beauties, but he had never seen such a smile.
However, he soon realized that although Shangguan Wuqiu had given birth to Cui Wenwen, her decade of seclusion, almost completely cut off from social interaction, had kept her disposition as innocent as a young girl's.
"Give me your hand," Shangguan Wuqiu, with a slight blush on her pretty face, called out gently once more. Despite being stared at, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she felt a surge of joy and shyness deep inside.
