"Ding!" "Congratulations, Host, for speaking a classic line from The King of Comedy. You have received one lottery chance. Activate the lottery wheel?"
"No."
The King of Comedy was one of Stephen Chow's evergreen films. Its world had a modern setting and little worth drawing from, so Yang Ming naturally chose to pass.
Including this chance, Yang Ming had already accumulated two lottery chances and planned to save them for a big draw.
Right now, Yang Ming had no desire to draw anything. Instead, he stared fixedly at Sister Bao's oval face. Beneath her slender brows, her lovely eyelashes trembled faintly.
When he said, "I'll support you," he had meant it from the bottom of his heart.
Over the past few days, Sister Bao had neither sought fame nor profit, silently doing things for him. Even a man with a heart of stone would have been moved, let alone Yang Ming, who had never been a cold and heartless person.
Perhaps Sister Bao had not been mentally prepared for his answer. Caught off guard, her beautiful eyes darted away, and she did not dare meet Yang Ming's gaze.
For a moment, the two had nothing to say, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
After a long while, Sister Bao finally raised her head. Yang Ming did not know whether it was an illusion, but he actually saw her smile.
A backward glance and a smile brought forth a hundred charms; all the beauties of the six palaces lost their color.
Yang Ming had once thought those words were nothing but exaggeration, but at this moment, he really wanted to give the poet Bai Juyi a thumbs-up, because his heart had skipped a beat.
The feeling was marvelous, difficult to put into words.
A woman might fall in love