Perhaps because of the youth's handsome face or because of his deep and mysterious eyes, Zhou Xuan's initial disgust turned into uneasiness. Her face gradually blushed. It was the look of a sheltered daughter's pretty bashfulness.
Under the young man's gaze, her beautiful eyes dropped slightly shy and there was a sense of nervousness in her heart that she shouldn't have.
Feng Jiu did not pay attention to the changes in her expression. She was just comparing the present Zhou Xuan with Ye Jing without any romantic thoughts.
Mm, what's more, she's a woman. Even if she appreciated a beauty, she only enjoyed the sight without feeling moved.
So she smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, but I like this feather myself and I'm not going to sell it."
Zhou Xuan looked at the young man's enchanting smile. She unconsciously lost her bearing. While in a daze, she whispered softly, "Oh, it doesn't matter. I was just asking."
