A fashion queen

Cui Xueying's face, as radiant as a blooming spring flower, revealed a smile of immense happiness, warming the heart like the warm spring sun. She parted her red lips and let out a delightful chuckle. "Haha, you're such a sweet-talker! It's hard to imagine how a man as eloquent as you could have been alone from birth. Confess the truth now! Could it be that everything you said before was just a lie?"

The corners of Mo Yunting's lips curled up slightly, creating a captivating crescent-like arc, revealing a captivating smile. His deep, luminous eyes rippled like a pool of spring water, overflowing with tenderness and doting. He gazed at the charming woman before him, and spoke softly in a deep, magnetic voice, "Sweet as honey? Madam, how could you slander me like this? It truly breaks my heart." His words, tinged with a hint of resentment and helplessness, evoked pity and a desire to comfort her.

Seeing his feigned pity, Cui Xueying couldn't help but pout and burst out laughing. She reached out her delicate hand, gently caressing his chiseled face, and whispered softly, "Haha, haha, forget it, stop pretending to be so pitiful. I know you're doing it on purpose." Her eyes were filled with endless love and tenderness, making one deeply understand her unforgettable deep affection for him.

Mo Yunting held her hand tightly, gently but firmly placing it on his burning chest, and said affectionately, "My dear wife, can you truly feel it? My heart is beating violently for you, as if it is about to jump out of my chest. My love belongs only to you, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining forever."

"You...you...can you please stop talking..." Cui Xueying blushed, feeling momentarily at a loss for words. This man always casually dropped such sweet, touching words that were truly overwhelming, even embarrassing. Especially since he'd addressed her as "Madam" one moment and "Wife" the next. This intimate and unique way of addressing her was something she'd never experienced before, having lived through two lifetimes. She moved her lips, trying to respond, but she was at a loss, unable to find the words to express the complex emotions within.

"Alas, it seems your feelings for me aren't that deep. Never mind, maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part." Mo Yunting sighed softly, observing Cui Xueying's reactions from the corner of his eye. Whenever she looked at him, he would deliberately avoid her burning gaze, pretending to be indifferent.

"No, that's not the case. I... I..." Cui Xueying stuttered, her nerves growing increasingly tense, still unable to form a coherent sentence. Seeing Mo Yunting's face filled with disappointment, he slowly turned away, as if planning to leave. She was immediately distraught and shouted, "Hey, don't leave yet!" Her voice was filled with impatience and anxiety.

Mo Yunting's face, meticulously sculpted by a master sculptor, curled up ever so slightly, a fleeting arc like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. This faint, elusive smile was like a mysterious treasure hidden behind layers of mist, practically undetectable.

In the blink of an eye, he put it away with lightning speed, returning to his previous heartbreaking and sad expression. He slowly turned his back to the other person and asked in a low and magnetic voice, "What else?"

Cui Xueying stood there, her cheeks tinged with the vibrant sunset glow, a fleeting, luminous blush. Her beautiful eyes darted about, flickering with anxiety and shyness. She seemed to lack the courage to look Mo Yunting in the face. Helplessly, she could only mutter, a whisper fainter than a mosquito's buzz, "I...I didn't mean that..."

Mo Yunting keenly grasped this perfect opportunity and took a big step forward without hesitation, moving closer to Cui Xueying. His eyes were sharp and full of pressure, and he continued to ask urgently, "In that case, can you please tell me directly what you are thinking?"

Faced with Mo Yunting's aggressive questioning, Cui Xueying felt increasingly uneasy. Her heartbeat was like a drum, and her head drooped deeply, almost burying it in her chest. At the same time, her once fair and slender hands became somewhat bewildered. She began to subconsciously fiddle with her delicate fingers, trying to relieve the extreme tension in her heart.