Well, there’s also her lips, the pink hue, the slightly thin upper lip, the pretty ridges in the middle. When she’s not speaking, they always maintain a slight upward curve, as if filled with hope and energy for everything in life. And not to mention, once you pry open her pearly teeth, that intoxicating sweet taste— even he didn’t understand why he, who always hated kissing, enjoyed deep kissing with her so much.
"Hmm, not very pretty," he teased her deliberately. Jian Anning paused, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Then, does she have a very hot body?"
She felt a bit sour. In the United States, there are plenty of busty, blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauties. If Yu Zexiao said the woman he liked was not particularly beautiful, then she must have a really hot figure!
"Well, regarding the body..." Yu Zexiao stroked his chin and looked at her.
How should he put it, Jian Anning’s figure wasn’t the most explosive, but it was the most comfortable.
A 34C bust wasn’t extremely exaggerated, but it was beautifully shaped, full and firm. Coupled with her slender waist and rounded bottom, the overall impression was extremely comfortable. Her waistline was high, and her legs were long, accounting for almost two-thirds of her height. This made her look longer and more comfortable than many tall women.
And what was most commendable was her skin, white and tender like freshly made soft tofu. When his fingers touched it, all he felt was a soft, warm jade. Especially since she had a small frame but was a bit fleshy, it didn’t make her look fat; on the contrary, she was much more comfortable to hold than those bony female models and actresses.
However, when Jian Anning asked him if "her own" figure was the hottest, he thought for a moment and shook his head, "Not that explosive."
Jian Anning was confused. If she was neither incredibly beautiful nor possessing an extremely hot figure, why did Yu Zexiao like her? She pondered and then asked, "Does she love you? Pursuing you desperately?"
Yu Zexiao firmly rejected that idea!
"No." It was he who had been trying hard to lure her to his side, while she always resisted and made excuses. If it wasn’t for his decisive action last night, when he took her in the hot spring, he still wouldn’t know when this indecisive woman would be willing to give herself to him.
Jian Anning was even more surprised, "Then does she have a nice personality? Are her temper and character suitable for you?"
Yu Zexiao shook his head like a bobblehead, "No, she has a bad temper, and she often likes to argue with me. As for her personality... it’s nothing special!"
Jian Anning was stunned. A woman who wasn’t good-looking or hot, didn’t like him, and even had a bad temper and personality—how could he be attracted to her?!
Could it be that Yu Zexiao had masochistic tendencies?
She looked at him with a somewhat strange expression, then suddenly thought of something, "Could it be, she plays the piano very well? Or, she understands music?"
If all the above points were not valid, then this was the only possibility left!
Even she didn’t realize that as she brought up this point, her heart felt a tinge of sadness!
There was a time when she too was a sprite on stage, winning countless piano awards. She even participated in the world youth piano competition.