Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Seven
"All done, beauty," said a hairstylist, effeminate in dress and mannerism, holding up an orchid finger.
Chun Tao stood up, astonished as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
It was an image she had never seen before.
Her black hair, soft and smooth, fell over her shoulders, her starry eyes sparkled, and her fair nose and teeth complemented her perfectly. She wore a beige knit dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure. White stockings and a pair of black leather mid-heels on her feet made her look youthful yet vivacious, the spitting image of a beautiful university student.
Long Xiaoshan watched with satisfaction.
Now, it was nearly impossible to tell that she was a country girl from a poor mountain village.
Even Wang Sihai, standing by, had his eyes slightly brighten.
He had thought that Brother Long, celestial as he was, lacked discernment in women, having chosen a village girl to be his girlfriend.
But now, after a makeover,
