She was draped in a thick white woolen coat, sporting a knitted black and white checkered beret. Her seaweed-like curls hung heavily at her waist, and there was a delicate vintage round bag hanging from her wrist that matched perfectly with the vintage sunglasses on her face.
Her lips were red, her figure was tall and delicate, and her earrings and necklace glowed. Even her nails were meticulously painted.
From head to toe, she was exquisite, sophisticated, and beautiful. She was like a shining light, attracting everyone's attention instantly.
Even the two individuals submerged in their game were wowed by her charm, phone in hand, eyes locked on Mo Weiyi.
The room fell silent, broken only by the occasional in-game sounds.
"Double, kill!"
"Triple, kill!"
"Quadra, kill!"
"Aced!"
"Defeat!"
Zhan Yao couldn't help but think that the timing of these announcements was quite… appropriate.
Hadn't everyone in the room already been 'killed' by the Little Princess's beauty and aura?
