Xu Congqing's face was full of smiles, then he looked at Yu Jingrong and turned to his Uncle Xu: "Uncle, let me introduce someone to you, this is Miss Yu Jingrong."
With a thick smile on his face, Uncle Xu couldn't help but size up Yu Jingrong a few times.
The young lady was tall and slender, her skin as white as snow and luxurious like silk. The corners of her lips were slightly upturned, and in her sparkling, black phoenix eyes was an endless expanse of clear azure blue, the color of the most radiant sky, shining with a scorching brightness. Her petite face with full forehead, straight nose bridge, and rosy, delicate lips, made her features look exquisitely soft to the extreme. Her black hair flowed naturally with waves and curves, cascading over her shoulders, inviting one to imagine what it would feel like to caress those strands with their fingertips.
This appearance and temperament, he mused, not even those beautiful celebrities might compare to the girl before him.
