"Master, master, how do you pronounce these two words?" He pointed at the scroll with a fleshy finger and asked in a waxy voice.
"... Long Yang." The master replied with a blush.
The man in his arms smiled and continued to ask: "What about this one?"
"... Corus officinalis." The master's face turned even redder.
"Master, your dogwood is so beautiful!"
"... What kind of book are you reading?" The master asked helplessly and puzzled.
"Longyang Eighteen-Style Text Version."
"..."
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