"Lily Smith."
A refined male voice came from nearby. Lily Smith instinctively looked up and saw Sky Moore holding a pointer, already standing by her side without her noticing. The man's shirt was tucked neatly into his suit pants, accentuating his slender waist and adding a dash of charm.
Sky Moore stood in front of her, smiling as he looked at her, "Did you have an answer to the question I just asked?"
"What?" Lily Smith was startled.
Sky Moore slightly tilted his head, meeting her gaze, "I'll ask you once more—Guān guān jí jiū, on the river isle; demure and lovely ladies, a gentleman's good match; what does it mean?"
It was a seemingly normal question, but Lily Smith, under his staring, for some reason, found it difficult to meet his eyes.
His dark, profound eyes seemed to be hiding something, causing Lily Smith's heart to flutter.
