"Father?"
Zong Ze's ears twitched slightly, keenly picking up on a few key details.
"Beautiful miss, are you Count Bliss's daughter?"
He rose to his feet of his own accord and spoke with impeccable manners.
Unlike his older brother Zong Shen, a hopelessly awkward straight man, he had quite a bit of experience when it came to courting women.
His question made the voluptuous, curvy girl with wavy hair curl her lips in a flirtatious smile.
That casual little movement made her vivid red lips all the more enticing.
"Yes."
"I'm Celine Alaya."
"The third daughter of Count Bliss Alaya."
"And you?"
She looked at Zong Ze with great interest, her light brown eyes brimming with charm.
Without changing expression, Zong Ze stepped forward, took her fair little hand, bent down, and gently kissed it.
"It is an honor to meet you."
"My name is Zong Ze."
"Miss Celine, your beauty is like flowers blooming in spring. I simply cannot tear my eyes away."
After straightening, he did not release her hand. Instead, he gave it a gentle tug.
Celine Alaya naturally fell into his arms.
From his lofty vantage point, everything within the neckline of her formal gown—the deep cleavage and the rolling curves—was laid bare before his eyes.
"Zong Ze? What a strange name."
"But you do seem rather interesting."
"With that honeyed mouth of yours, you refused to be my dance partner just moments ago."
She extended a slender finger and lightly tapped Zong Ze's lips.
Hearing her words, Zong Ze smiled.
His other hand directly wrapped around Celine's soft, slender waist.
"Please forgive me."
"Your beauty caught me completely off guard."
"At the time, it felt as though my mind had been struck by Lightning Magic."
"You know..."
That gesture instantly made Celine's body go limp.