State Preceptor, How About A Drink? III

Nan Xian stroked her hair softly and gently. "I'm here."

Feng Ruqing blinked. She looked at the handsome face.

It was too beautiful to be true.

"Your face is indeed beautiful." She stroked Nan Xian's chest again. "But, your chest is too flat. I don't like it."

Nan Xian froze and lowered his head. He moved his mouth near the young girl's ear. His voice was still clear but it was no longer cold and distant.

"Then, what do you like?"

Feng Ruqing raised her head and looked at Nan Xian. "I like beautiful people. I like pretty ones."

"If… they are not pretty, do you like them?"

"I like them too."

"Why?"

"It's because I can sell them my herbal dish to make them beautiful. I think that my father can no longer support me financially. I could go and sell my herbal dish if I have no money in the future."