That little figure, how could it compare to a fairy from the paintings?
A bewitching demeanor, a pure heart, a beautiful person—truly a captivating little demoness.
However.
Under Cheng Guanxi's fervent gaze of admiration, Zhan Se didn't feel the least bit flattered. For one thing, she had been looked at with such eyes too often to find it special. Moreover, within his jellyfish-like invasive stare, she only felt the strangeness of her costume and quite disliked it in her heart.
She cursed the props under her breath and, narrowing her eyes, thought of this Teacher Cheng's name.
With a slight smile curving her lips, she glanced over with a seemingly amiable tone, but laced with piercing sarcasm.
"Heh, Mr. Cheng, you jest. I'm afraid I don't have such a talent. Unlike Teacher Cheng whose esteemed father, when naming you, must have already anticipated it, right? He knew you would achieve greatness, that your fame would 'Cheng Guan' both east and west."