He walked up to Shen Heyu's side, looking at her in the mirror. She was wearing a winter formal dress, draped with a fur shawl that extraordinarily accentuated her already fine figure.
Her slender waist could hardly be grasped in one hand, and Pei Yansi stood behind her, extending his hand, embracing her waist as if holding on to nothing. He lowered his head, close to Shen Heyu's ear, and spoke in a steady voice, "You're beautiful."
When others said "you're beautiful," there was often a hint of color in their words. Whenever Shen Heyu heard it, she always felt uncomfortable, but Pei Yansi could imbue those two words with a different flavor.
He was simply praising her, without any indecent implications, and this made her feel comfortable.
She met his gaze through the mirror and asked, "The clothes in my wardrobe, did you pick them out yourself?"
"Do you not like them?" inquired Pei Yansi.
