"Miss, do you know where my fiancée is?"
Luo Qi's softly spoken question was like a gentle breeze brushing her face and blowing straight into Mi Zhen's heart. This was not her first time meeting him, yet she had never imagined a day would come when she would be so utterly at a loss.
Her fair, delicate cheeks flushed scarlet almost instantly. Biting her lip, she glanced up at Luo Qi's handsome face, then down at her own plain dress, only then realizing that she was still wearing no makeup.
"Young Master, please allow me to go and make myself presentable."
With that, she hurried toward her room in small steps. She opened the door and was just about to close it when she noticed a large, slender hand, its tendons clearly defined, resting against the frame. The breath behind her told Mi Zhen that Luo Qi was right at her back.
He moved so fast!
That this should be Mi Zhen's thought at such a moment would surely have left Luo Qi not knowing whether to laugh or cry, had he known.
"Miss, you haven't answered my question yet. Isn't it rather improper to leave like this?"
His voice reached her ears again. "Besides, you surpass spring blossoms and autumn chrysanthemums. Your lovely, blushing face has a charm all its own. Why add rouge to it?"
Mi Zhen's face was so red it seemed about to drip water and give off steam, but she was, after all, an extraordinary woman of quite a fierce disposition.
The amusement in Luo Qi's eyes deepened. This was just how Mi Zhen was: however terribly shy she grew each time, she could still force herself to remain composed and conduct herself with considerable poise. He liked that very much.
Although intensely embarrassed, she