Brows like distant hills, untraced yet darkened, pupils like stars, unspotted yet sparkling, lips like cherries, not blushed yet red, face like peach blossoms, unpainted yet in powder form.
Three thousand strands of hair cascading like a waterfall, a willowy waist too slight to hold, skin surpassing snow-white valleys peaceful orchids.
Is this Xia Weibao?
Is this a plastic-surgery face?
My god!
If plastic surgery could make one this beautiful, then they would be willing to die for it!
Utter silence, you could hear a pin drop.
Really wanted, contrary to conscience, to say Xia Weibao was inferior to Lin Mier.
But, couldn't bring myself to say it.
Some people are born to rely on their looks to make a living.
Rip—
Lin Mier directly tore the handkerchief she was holding.
The look in her eyes as she gazed at Xia Weibao was as if she wished it could transform into a blade and slash this face a thousand times!
