"Is that so," Gongsun Yanli said playfully, the corners of his lips curling up, "I happen to think you and my sister are quite well-matched."
To say he wanted to play matchmaker, his breathtakingly beautiful face was paired with an inscrutable smile. To say he wasn't interested in doing so, he had already started talking again.
The minds of men truly are as unfathomable as needles at the bottom of the sea.
Su Qingyue gazed at his smiling face, momentarily entranced.
"Brother Su?" Gongsun Yanli's voice was tinged with a gentle teasing, "Why are you distracted?"
Su Qingyue was momentarily stupefied by his voice, "I cannot deny that Brother Gongsun is the most beautiful man I have seen in this life, as well as my last."
Despite the compliment, a flash of displeasure crossed Gongsun Yanli's face, "Men should not be described as beautiful."
