"You really know exactly how to speak sweet words, don’t you?" Yan Jingshu said, shaking her head with a soft, amused smile playing on her lips. Her tone was light, carrying a hint of playful accusation. "Men are all the same—experts at saying things that sound beautiful and pleasing to the ear, but often... it’s nothing more than just good talk. But," she added gently, her eyes softening as she looked at him, "I will admit, I do appreciate your compliments and your way of speaking. It is... entertaining, in its own way."

Jun Hao immediately raised both hands in a gesture of innocent defense, looking at her with an expression of genuine disbelief mixed with playful outrage.

"Sweet words? Just good talk? Miss Yan, how can you say that?" He asked, his voice filled with exaggerated shock. "Everything I say comes straight from what my eyes see and what my heart feels! None of it is made up! Why would I lie or exaggerate things?"

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intensifying as he looked her over from head to toe with open admiration, his eyes roaming freely over her features and her figure.

"Look at you! You are a woman blessed with a truly stunning, beautiful face. But it’s not just beautiful—it has this natural charm, this captivating aura that is incredibly alluring. Every time you look at me or smile, it feels like... like you are deliberately enchanting me, driving me crazy just by being yourself!"

Jun Hao slowly folded his arms across his chest, resting them comfortably as he continued to observe her intently, tilting his head side to side as if inspecting a masterpiece. He clicked his tongue repeatedly—tsk, tsk, tsk—the sound echoing softly, filled with genuine wonder and appreciation.

"And your body... oh wow... your figure... words honestly fail me here. It is simply... incredible. Perfect curves in all the right places, soft yet firm, elegant yet incredibly seductive... It is like looking at a priceless work of art, a creation that has been sculpted to absolute perfection. I am just standing here admiring this magnificent beauty sitting right in front of me, that’s all."

Seeing Jun Hao behaving so boldly, speaking without hesitation, and looking at her so openly as if she were merely an object of admiration, Yan Jingshu felt a strange mix of embarrassment and annoyance rising within her. She wasn’t truly angry—far from it—but she felt compelled to act the part, feigning indignation to hide how much his words actually affected her.

Her eyebrows drew together sharply, and she fixed him with a stern, challenging look, though her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"What exactly is the meaning of all these words you are spouting?" She demanded, her voice sounding firm and reproachful. "How dare you... how dare you comment on my body and my looks like that? You speak as if you have the right to judge me! Who do you think you are exactly?"

But Jun Hao remained completely unfazed. He didn’t retreat, didn’t look guilty, and certainly didn’t stop. He simply smiled wider, completely ignoring her feigned anger, and looked straight into her eyes with a gaze so intense it felt like he was trying to devour her whole. There was a hunger there, yes, but it was softened by the clear playfulness and teasing glint within it.

"Now, now... don’t get upset or pretend to be angry, alright?" He replied smoothly, completely calm. "I told you, I am only speaking the absolute truth. Why should I hide what I see? Why should I pretend I am blind to such beauty?"

He gestured toward her broadly.

"I am openly admiring a truly beautiful, perfect creation right here in front of me. And look at my eyes... I am not hiding anything. I look at you exactly how I feel—like a man looking at the most beautiful woman he has ever seen."

Jun Hao paused for a second, then suddenly tilted his head again, looking at her with a sudden spark of realization and disbelief.

"You know... honestly... no one in this world would ever believe the official age written down in your profile or records. Seriously."

He pointed directly at her, his expression turning into one of pure, innocent confusion.

"In the data I received, it clearly says you are Miss Yan, thirty-eight years old! But look at yourself! Do you really believe that yourself?"

He shook his head firmly, completely dismissing the written information as a joke.

"All I see standing here is a young, vibrant, incredibly beautiful woman. I see a woman who looks exactly like she is twenty-five, maybe twenty-six at most! That is the reality! I am not lying, and I certainly don’t need to flatter you or act like a bootlicker just to please you. You can see it yourself, can’t you? You look younger than half the girls half your age!"

His words struck a chord deep inside her. Yan Jingshu fell silent. She turned her head slightly toward the large, elegant mirror hanging on the wall nearby. Slowly, she stood up and walked a few steps closer, studying her own reflection carefully.

She looked at her skin—smooth, flawless, glowing, without a single wrinkle or mark. She looked at her face—fresh, youthful, with soft, lively features. Then her eyes trailed down to her body. She knew very well what she possessed: a full, generous bust that stood proudly firm and high, easily a stunning 36F size, soft yet incredibly alluring; her waist was slender and defined; and below, her hips flared out beautifully, leading to round, plump buttocks that were firm and incredibly attractive to any man’s eyes. Her body was still incredibly sensual, soft, and radiated a ripe, seductive charm that men found hard to resist.

She stood there looking at herself for a long moment, truly seeing what Jun Hao saw. She realized... he was right. She didn’t feel thirty-eight, and she certainly didn’t look it. She looked, and felt, exactly like a woman in her mid-twenties—young, fresh, and full of allure. A soft, satisfied, happy smile slowly spread across her face as she realized how true his words were. She admired her own reflection, feeling a surge of pride and pleasure she rarely allowed herself to feel.

After lingering there for quite a while, lost in her own admiration, she finally snapped out of it, turning back around to face Jun Hao.

She noticed that while she was busy looking at herself, Jun Hao had moved closer. He was standing right beside her, and somehow, his hands had found their way onto hers. He was holding her hands gently but firmly, his thumbs slowly rubbing back and forth over the back of her hands, caressing them, squeezing them softly, completely lost in the moment. He was smiling dreamily, his eyes half-lidded, clearly enjoying the softness and warmth of her skin.

Yan Jingshu blinked, looking down at their joined hands, then up at his face. She realized he hadn’t let go for quite some time now. A strange sensation ran through her—a mix of warmth and the feeling that she was being toyed with or teased. She pulled her hands slightly, speaking with a tone that carried a hint of annoyance, embarrassment, and amusement all mixed together.

"Hey... just how long do you plan on holding onto my hands and rubbing them like that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you ever going to let go, or do you intend to keep them forever?"

Jun Hao jumped slightly as if waking from a pleasant dream. He looked down at their hands, then up at her face, his expression shifting instantly into exaggerated panic and apology.

"Oops! Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! My bad! Truly!" He exclaimed, releasing her hands immediately but keeping his hovering close by. "I honestly... I honestly didn’t even realize I was doing it! It just happened naturally! You see... it is just that... when you are holding the hands of such a beautiful woman... hands that are so soft, so smooth, and so warm... it feels like... it feels like it is incredibly difficult, almost impossible, to let go! My hands just refused to separate from yours! Hahaha!"

Yan Jingshu couldn’t hold it back anymore. Seeing his shameless yet utterly charming behavior, hearing his ridiculous but sweet excuse, and looking at his innocent grinning face, she burst out laughing, shaking her head helplessly.

"You really... you really are impossible!" She laughed, her voice clear and happy. "You really are a hopeless rascal, you know that?"