Wen Shi subconsciously looked at her hair, "Acupuncture?"
Yi Chichi, ... besides acupuncture, does she have any other skills?
"I'm a bit curious, what kind of image do I have in your mind?"
This question was really well asked.
Wen Shi thought seriously for a moment, what image?
Probably a little girl with big eyes, decisive and ruthless yet rational.
No way, the first impression was too deep.
He could never forget the needle on top of Zhang Yin's head.
But he didn't dare to say it, afraid of being poked.
Feigning confidence, he looked straight into her eyes, suppressing his guilt as he tried to keep his voice steady, "Beautiful, generous, gentle, kind..."
"Stop, stop."
Yi Chichi couldn't listen anymore, although beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
This compliment was too far-fetched.
"Beautiful, I admit."
The original and her face in the original world were very similar; both were remarkably charming.
