Pan An was a famously beautiful man.
Sang Yan playfully used him as a counter to He Ying's sweet nothings, laughing as she said, "Not bad, not bad, he must be more handsome than Pan An."
No sooner had her voice faded than she was swept up into an embrace.
He Ying held her legs and lifted her straight up, cradling her in his arms.
His arms were strong, providing her with a great sense of security.
She didn't need to cling to his neck; her hands were free to naughtily pluck a few plum petals and scatter them over his head.
The plum petals fluttered down gently.
Some landed on his head, some on his shoulders, and some on his chest…
The scene was still quite beautiful.
She also found it amusing, grabbed another handful of petals, scattered them down, and laughed heartily, "Xinyuan, you look even more handsome this way. More charming than the flowers."
He Ying heard this, set her down, and took a handful of plum petals to sprinkle over her head.
