Chuzheng changed into clean clothes, opting for a casual set rather than picking out any of the lavish-looking dresses.
She wore a shirt underneath, a short skirt...sorry, only short skirts here, no pants, with a loose black jacket thrown over.
The original owner of this body had somewhat long, slightly curled hair that reached her waist.
Chuzheng sat in front of the mirror, looking at the person inside.
The black clothes made her skin appear as white as snow.
Beneath her willow-shaped eyebrows were a pair of clear, black eyes that looked indifferently at her reflection, and with lips as pale as cherry blossoms slightly pursed, she exuded an instantly sharp aura.
No adornment was needed for her to look as beautiful as a painting.
Pretty good-looking.
Chuzheng was quite satisfied.
While Chuzheng was satisfied with her own good looks, Mushroom Girl next door was almost scared to death.
