"It's truly beautiful. This piece of painting and calligraphy is immensely valuable… far beyond anything I could ever compare with…" Jiang Liwen exclaimed. A shy blush crept onto her face, as the painting and its accompanying poem were so suggestive; it was practically a marriage proposal.
"This time, I truly outdid myself. Perhaps it was because I was so inspired that it manifested in the work," Zhang Bin said, setting down his brush and gazing at the beautiful woman with a burning intensity. Then, he suddenly grasped her delicate hand. "Liwen, I like you. Let's start dating, shall we?"
Jiang Liwen was flustered. It was all happening so fast, but she was also a bit enchanted. He was just so outstanding. "Can you give me a little time?" she asked shyly.
"A little time? How long is that?" Zhang Bin pressed.
"A month, perhaps?" she said, unable to meet his gaze.
