Despite the girl's fierce demeanor toward the other passengers just now, threatening them to eat or not board the bus, chivvying passengers like ducks to eat, her appearance was actually not that formidable.
Not only was she not fierce, she was actually quite attractive.
She wore a pair of high-heeled black sandals, and a pair of skinny blue and white jeans which made her legs look especially long; she wore a black-and-white checkered shirt, which was casually tied into a bow at her waist.
Two shiny braids hung from her shoulders down to her prominent chest, and her fair melon-seed face had large, watery eyes that were quite lively.
However, at this moment her body was slightly trembling, her eyes were filled with fear, and faintly visible tears were welling up.
Were this sight to fall into the eyes of men who are fond of genteel women, many would marvel to her being a weeping beauty, and then further exclaim pity over such a fine lady engaged in banditry.
