Jiang Yan did not expect Xiang Xiaoyuan to dare to talk to her like that. She sneered and said, "So this is Brother Lu's new wife? No manners at all. I really don't know what Brother Lu sees in you."
Xiang Xiaoyuan tucked her long hair behind her ears and smiled gently. "Maybe he sees that I'm good-looking."
There was an ancient Chinese poem that said "When all the flowers wilted, there is all but one remaining."
The saying was tailor-made for Xiang Xiaoyuan. The simple sling skirt outlined her curvy figure. Her wavy hair was draped lazily over her shoulders. Her slightly raised long legs were straight and white, like fine warm jade. Her lips were naturally red, and her eyes were charming.
She looked like a vixen, but also like a fairy who was not touched by the mortal world. The two were mixed together, making it difficult for people to look away.
