As she spoke, Gan Baobao lifted her veil. After all, since their host had brewed tea to welcome them, it would be discourteous not to reveal her true face.
Before him stood a woman with bright, intelligent, round eyes set in a pale, oval face. Her arched brows hinted at a playful charm, and beneath her dainty nose were supple, ruby lips. The corners of her mouth, prone to smiling, curved into soft lines. As the lively girl spoke, her lips fluttered incessantly, and her pink tongue flickered between pearly teeth, accompanying a voice as clear as silver bells.
"Holy shit? Is she for real? Mom... I think I'm in love..."
Although he had seen many celebrities in his previous life, none possessed this level of vivid, spirited charm, standing alive right before his eyes. She wasn't particularly tall—perhaps around five-foot-two—but a pair of peaches on her chest were especially eye-catching. A masterpiece!
Perhaps because it hadn't been long since he had "given up peaches," Murong Fu felt a sudden dryness in his throat and found himself staring blankly.
A rosy flush bloomed on her cheeks, creating an air of infinite shyness.
*Gulp.* A sound rang out. Murong Fu blushed instantly. *Damn it, I swallowed!*
Wait... no, it wasn't me.
Lowering his head, he saw the other beauty wiping her mouth after downing a cup of tea in one go.
She had a sharp, delicate face and long, slender brows. She was breathtakingly beautiful, though her gaze carried a mix of stubbornness, candor, pride, and a hint of wildness. Despite being a woman and lacking the scent of rouge, an uplifting, spirited aura radiated from her.
Her jade-like neck was fragrant and slender, instantly reminding Murong Fu of a swan stretching its neck to sing.
"Mom... I'm in love again. This woman has touched the very tip of my heart."
Murong Fu, who had just regained his senses, was lost in a daze once more.
*Clink.* The sound of a teacup hitting its saucer broke the silence, and Murong Fu hurriedly apologized.
"I am truly rude. Both ladies are so beautiful that I, in my ignorance, have never seen their like. That is why I acted so foolishly today."
Though the young man spoke words of apology, his expression remained unchanged, showing not a hint of genuine shame.
"Hehe, little brother, I heard you are only twelve. Is that true?"
"It is true. I dare not deceive you, ladies; I am indeed only twelve," Murong Fu replied with a solemn face.
When it came to martial arts, people from the 21st century couldn't rank, but when it came to having a thick skin, the 21st century was truly in a league of its own. While Murong Fu might not be a social butterfly, having a thick face was simply his default setting.
Hearing Murong Fu's reply, the displeasure on Qin Hongmian's face eased slightly. Being so young, an occasional lapse in manners was to be expected.
"Hehe, little brother, tell us the truth—are we pretty?" Gan Baobao teased, the mischief in her eyes growing.
"You are. Although you are beautiful in different ways, both of you could be described as heavenly beauties," Murong Fu said generously.
"Heeheeheehee! You little rascal, do you even know what 'heavenly beauty' means? Tell us then, how are we different?" Gan Baobao laughed happily, her pair of "peaches" bouncing with her laughter, forcing Murong Fu to lower his head and sip his tea.
"Sister Gan possesses a bright, radiant beauty. There is a poem that says: 'Among the crowd, a single glance is enough; all other worldly beauty turns to dust.' That describes Sister Gan perfectly."
"Sister Qin possesses a quiet, serene beauty. As the poem says: 'A peerless beauty, virtuous and true; with snow for skin and moonlight for a soul.'"
As Murong Fu finished, he saw Gan Baobao's eyes narrow into slits of joy; she was clearly delighted.
Qin Hongmian, meanwhile, was staring at Murong Fu with a burning gaze, clearly filled with interest.
In truth, while the Hundred Flowers Valley taught its disciples martial arts and literature, they specifically excluded poetry from their curriculum; there were no poems or books in the valley.
"Young Master Murong, did you compose those two lines yourself?" This was the first time Qin Hongmian had taken the initiative to speak.
Gan Baobao watched her senior sister with an amused expression, for she saw something different in her eyes: intense interest. It was the first time her senior sister had looked at something other than martial arts with such longing.
"Uh? I don't know whose poems they are; they just popped into my head. If I had to say who composed them, I would only say that you two ladies composed them, because right here, right now, you yourselves are those two poems..."