The beauty is like jade, exhaling fragrance like orchids.
Shang Jinyu truly deserves to be the courtesan of the Hundred Flowers Garden. Her every gesture, her every smile is nearly perfect. She is dazzling but not garish, charming but not vulgar, with her eyes shimmering with emotion, longing to speak yet holding back, making her irresistibly alluring.
With such a beauty by your side, serving tea and wine, few men could resist.
Wu Ziyu, sitting opposite Zhang Yuan, watched with envy nearly turning his eyes red.
In comparison, Zhang Yuan, the object of Shang Jinyu's diligent service, remained far more composed.
He neither rejected the approach of such a stunning beauty nor showed the slightest sign of losing composure, calmly enjoying the courtesan's service while drinking to the bottom of his glass.
After pouring Zhang Yuan three cups of wine, Shang Jinyu suddenly clapped her hands.
