"Not cold."
Qing Qianxue shook his head, his gaze drifting toward the polo field.
After Shuo Feng brought over the things he had prepared, he quietly withdrew to one side.
This was Chu Youning's first time watching polo, too. With so many handsome men and beautiful women around, she watched all the more intently.
When Chu Lange and Baojin noticed that Chu Youning had come over, they also had people arrange chairs for them to sit down.
Chu Lange, who usually swooned at the sight of Qing Qianxue, barely spared him a glance today. Instead, she and County Lady Baojin earnestly picked out men on the field.
"I think the Grand Tutor's youngest son over there is pretty good, too. Gentle and refined, with an outstanding bearing-you can tell at a glance that he's well-read."
"General Yang's youngest son is good, too. Just look at the strength in those arms. He's clearly someone who could make you feel safe."
"The prime minister's son is good, too. He's well versed in music, and I hear he paints beautifully."
Listening to the two of them chatter, Chu Youning occasionally glanced over and offered a fairly balanced assessment.
Decent looks, but that smile's a little fake.
Boyfriend appeal: max. He looks pretty good, but he's a little too tanned.
A refined scholar. Too bad he's not my type.
There seem to be plenty of promising prospects, but somehow, something's missing.
Where Chu Youning wasn't looking, Qing Qianxue sat straight-backed, a faint curve on his thin lips as he drank his tea.
It was only early summer.
Yet as time ticked by, the temperature rose little by little.
Once she began feeling the heat, the lump of ice beside her that could automatically cool things down became increasingly noticeable.
And so.
Chu