Not gonna lie, the female lead really was no joke.
When it came to looks alone, she had it completely nailed down.
Even if she looked a little haggard right now, he believed that once she got some rest, slept well, and recovered her energy—
she would definitely be able to rival Jiang Anran at her peak.
Even now, objectively speaking, she was easily a ninety-five.
There might not have been much technique to praising her like this, but at least he was sincere.
He cleared his throat and began:
"Look at your hair—so black and glossy, falling so softly over your shoulders. It makes people want to bury their faces in it and give it a big kiss!"
Gu Xiyue asked curiously, "Just my hair?"
"How could that be? Look at your eyes too—bright and captivating, with those long lashes curling up ever so slightly. They've got me completely enchanted."
A hint of amusement flashed through her eyes as she said, "What else?"
"Look at your nose bridge—straight and delicate. It makes me want to give it a little scrape..."
The corners of Gu Xiyue's lips lifted slightly. Raising a brow, she said, "Mm, go on."
"And beneath that cute little nose is this rosy cherry-red mouth. I, Fei Yangyao, swear that if I could kiss it once, I'd die without regrets!"
At that, she smiled faintly and said softly, "Then I'll allow you to kiss me once."
Even Gu Xiyue herself was startled after saying it. She had no idea why she had said something like that.
Those compliments were obviously old and clichéd. Over the years, she had heard countless such words—so many that her ears had practically grown calluses.
But why did hearing his flattery alone make her feel satisfied?
And it wasn't even like the