In an instant, the beautiful Song Weiyin's face blossomed into a shy blush, her porcelain-like cheek resembling pure jade, adorned with a light pink hue, as lovely as a pink rose, emitting a sweet and beautiful aura, and she inexplicably felt bashful.
"You're quite handsome too."
The stunning actress Song Weiyin glanced shyly to the side, her rosy cherry lips curling into a playful smile, and as her cherry lips parted and closed, her jade-like teeth seemed to rival the brightness of the moon.
Seeing her like this, Shen Qiang suddenly wanted to laugh.
Because Song Weiyin is not an ordinary girl, she is the unrivaled actress, a beauty seen once in a thousand years, naturally accustomed to grand occasions—award ceremonies, galas, television shows—she has attended many, always giving off a warm, cheerful, and gracious impression.
But right now, she was unexpectedly shy, like a delicate girl who had never experienced such a spectacle, which would surely be shocking to her fans.
