Chen Shi's gaze landed on Madam, and his brows gently lifted as his sleeves slowly fluttered.
There was no wind in the deep courtyard, but true qi was flowing.
Like the wind, it lifted the young man's hem.
Madam was a mature woman, her gaze carrying the wisdom of one who saw through all men. Yet a child like Chen Shi, with his clear gaze and devoid of romantic desire, made her feel somewhat unfamiliar.
Although she was already over forty, she was well-maintained and looked to be in her early thirties.
Her skin was smooth, fair, and tender.
There wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on her body, nor was a single piece missing.
Where it should bulge, it definitely bulged; where it should indent, it never swelled.
Where it should be slender, it was slender; where it should be round, it was round.
Her temperament was unworldly, giving one the feeling of a high-and-mighty fairy, yet at the same time she was filled with carnal desire, creating an extremely sharp contrast.
This was a temperament difficult to cultivate.
Temperament could be nurtured; Zither, Go, Calligraphy, and Painting cultivated the temperament of a young lady of a wealthy family, meditation cultivated the unworldly temperament of a fairy, and rolling about in a heap of men cultivated carnal desire. Mixing these temperaments together could turn one into a femme fatale.
Even the gaze some men cast upon her was more fervent than the gaze they cast upon young girls on the cusp of womanhood, filled with an unruly lust.
Upon seeing her, Hu Feifei felt only a sense of inferiority, realizing that compared to this woman, her own methods were nothing more than showing off one's slight skill before an expert, which explained why Sun Zheng had fallen in Rouge