"Wanwan, may I become the west wind, and hasten away to rest in your arms."
"Wei Jian, you speak so indirectly, but I like you. I want to be with you. What about you? Do you like me?"
"Father, look how beautiful this vermilion brush is. How about using it to write an imperial edict?"
"Father, look: 'Peach trees are in bloom, their blossoms bright and radiant.' Does that give you any ideas? Does it make you want to arrange a marriage?"
"Father, try this dish. What do you think of serving it at my wedding banquet?"
"Father, look at Wei, the top scholar. His child can already walk, and he has a wife and son warming his bed. Now look at me. I'm several years older than him, and I still have no prospects. Doesn't that make you jealous?"
