My Lady.
My dear lady.
His peach blossom eyes curved, with a hint of light sparkling in his pupils, as if spreading a whole galaxy.
Deep and affectionate.
With a tenderness that would never die, it almost drowns people in it.
No one could resist this invitation.
Including the viewers watching the livestream, everyone felt a heartfelt strike.
[Wow, so charming! I declare Director Fu is number one at flirting, no objections, right?]
[What did he just say, can anyone lip-read?]
[Seems like My lady!]
[Can't be, how did it become dear lady? Guess it's just an invitation phrase, even if it's My lady, it doesn't mean dear lady.]
[No matter what, I'm shipping it! I declare, today we all are Divine Medicine Party!]
[I'm just watching from the screen, and I can't handle it, can God Ying withstand such perfect beauty?]
Ying Zijin lowered her eyelashes, raised her hand, and slowly placed it on: "My pleasure."
Honored.
