"..."
"Everything seems fine, except your eyes—what happened to them suddenly?" Isabelle asked, her face unusually close to Wang Xiao's.
He could smell the dark, intoxicating fragrance of black orchid emanating from her.
It was a deep, dark, yet sweet scent that clung to the air around her, contrasting with the sharp, almost terrifying presence of Mary, whose gothic aura was straight out of a horror film.
Isabelle's expression remained calm, her usual straight-lipped look oddly adorable as she leaned in.
Even the small, intricate leaf symbol on her forehead seemed to glow faintly, her long dark lashes fluttering with subtle grace.
Her glassy, dark eyes reflected the sterile lights above them, almost too perfect.
From the slight gap in her lab coat, he could glimpse her cleavage—smooth, milky white skin that hinted at the heavenly softness beneath, drawing attention effortlessly.
