With a creak, the door opened and a beautiful young woman walked out.
The girl's facial features were exquisite and beautiful.
Her black and lively eyes were full of spirit. Her eyes moved slightly as if they could speak.
Her cherry lips, which were as alluring as flower petals, parted slightly. Her lips were plump and rosy, tempting to appeal to others with their sweetness.
Her fair and tender skin was flawless, adding to her beauty.
The girl's eyes were filled with coldness, perfectly neutralizing the beauty in her facial features, causing one to think twice about having any profane thoughts.
Jun Jianren had never seen such a beautiful girl before, and his heart throbbed.
Looking at her young appearance, if this tender little face were to fully mature and blossom, she would absolutely be the number one beauty of Huan Yun.
