When the mask was unveiled, Lin Miao couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.
Only five words lingered in his mind.
This time, I've scored big!
It was a face as delicate as a freshly peeled boiled egg, with a rosy tint beneath the powder—a pair of arched willow brows, eyelashes trembling slightly from nervousness, a high nose bridge slightly upturned, and flawless, fair skin with a faint blush, thin lips as tender and moist as rose petals...
More beautiful than flowers, unmatched in beauty.
It's utterly irresistible.
"Have you seen enough?" Even while in a predicament, the beauty refused to show any hint of submission.
The defiant look in those dark pupils stirred a trace of pity in one's heart.
If Senior Sister grows a few years older, her looks might rival those of Qin Yanran, though she's temporarily lacking Qin Yanran's mature allure.
This kind of beauty is undoubtedly fatal for men, especially for someone who's lived two lifetimes totaling forty years.
