She was dressed in a plain white dress, smooth as jade and as bright as shining light.
"Elder Fang, this humble one greets you."
Su Niang curtseyed with a smile, slight and subtle.
That smile, the slight lift of the corners of her mouth, the bend in her eyes, was like cherry blossoms blooming in the morning sun, dreamy and illusory.
"Crude!"
Xigou stared at Su Niang and gave the most straightforward assessment, "This woman, really saucy!"
Fang Zhixing raised his hand in a gesture and laughed, "I have long admired your reputation. Today, I am fortunate enough to see Miss Su in person, and she truly lives up to her name."
Su Niang chuckled, "Please take a seat, Elder Fang. Have a sip of tea first. Let this one play a tune for you to relax your body and mind."
Fang Zhixing sat down, lifted the cup of hot tea that the dimple-cheeked girl had brought over, and tasted it leisurely.
Su Niang sat at the zither table, her hands gracefully playing, plucking and stroking the strings.