Miss Feng approached Hun Changqing and offered a dignified, graceful bow. A captivating smile appeared on her exquisite face as she lightly pursed her red lips and spoke.
"I am Feng Qing'er. A pleasure to meet you, young master."
A flicker of surprise appeared in Hun Changqing's eyes. Still, Feng Qing'er had considerable standing and breathtaking beauty, which stirred his interest. He returned her smile, nodded, and asked her a question.
"Do you know me, Miss Feng?"
"When I saw you at the entrance to the mountain range earlier, I felt that you possessed an extraordinary air. And for some reason, I keep sensing a faint familiarity about you. That is why I ventured to disturb you, hoping we might become acquainted. Please forgive my intrusion."
After saying this, Feng Qing'er felt her heartbeat inexplicably quicken. A blush crept over her lovely face, making it burn. The familiarity she had mentioned was complete nonsense; she had merely copied the lines her former suitors had used when trying to strike up conversations with her.
Feng Qing'er had never had much contact with men before. Their interactions had always stopped at superficial conversation. When Hun Changqing appeared just now, she had been as frantic as an ant on a hot pan. Unwilling to miss her chance, however, she finally mustered the courage to approach him this way.
Her heart was filled with apprehension, terrified that Hun Changqing would sneer at an approach that had taken every scrap of her courage. She seemed to finally understand how those she had coldly rejected in the past must have felt.
As Feng Qing'er finished speaking, Hun Changqing froze, astonishment written all over his face.
Why did Feng Qing'er's words sound so familiar? Weren't those the damn lines he used to use to chat up girls?