Her eyes were as soft as water, but there was a hint of coldness in them, as if she could see through everything, but also seemed to be so arrogant that it was frightening.
The woman's ten fingers were slender, and her skin was as white as snow with a hint of pink, as if water could be wrung out.
Although she was in her thirties, Tang Wen's impression of her was that she was only eighteen.
The most beautiful woman in the Central Plains was indeed extraordinary. In terms of appearance, she would never lose to Cao Wuxin.
In terms of temperament, she was almost on par with Cao Wuxin. The only thing Cao Wuxin lost to her was martial arts.
After a while, there was movement. The woman had jumped and stepped on the water.
He was playing with a group of wild mandarin ducks, chasing each other on the water surface, occasionally jumping up and pouncing in the air ...
That woman should be Zhou Zhimei's martial aunt, Feng Feifei.
