Xia Zhaoyun was in a similar state. The bangs on her forehead were damp with sweat, and a healthy blush bloomed on her fair, delicate face. A light mist swirled in her stunning, foxy eyes, exuding a captivating allure that one could never tire of seeing.
"Yunyun, how's the script coming along? Do you need me to do another demonstration day?"
Xia Zhaoyun chuckled and shook her head, tapping her temple with a slender, pale finger. "I'm this smart and beautiful. Are you questioning me?"
He Qingran rolled her eyes, speechless. "Oh, please. You're such an irritating peacock, always fanning your tail to show off how beautiful you are. Can't you spare a thought for us plain-janes?"
Xia Zhaoyun burst out laughing. "Hey, sis, only male peacocks fan their tails. Besides, my point was about being smart. I can memorize the script after reading it just once. It's a photographic memory I was born with—something you can only dream of."
"As for looks, though, you're not too far behind!"
