Today, Jiang Xiaoyan dressed up beautifully.
She was wearing a pink long dress that swayed gently as she moved, like blooming flowers, both fresh and cute.
Her figure was graceful, and her curves elegant, exuding the vitality of youth from every inch.
Her skin was like snow, delicate and fair.
Under the illumination of the lights, it was even more translucent, like a pearl, emitting a captivating luster.
Her eyes were bright and clear, like the rising sun, warm and full of hope.
Her smile was pure and innocent, like the dewdrops of the early morning, clear and sparkling, eliciting a sense of endearment.
When she smiled, her eyes curved into crescents, appearing exceptionally sweet.
Her beautiful long hair draped gently over her shoulders, adding a touch of frailty and charm.
The first impression of those who saw Jiang Xiaoyan at this moment would certainly be cute, pure, and frail.
But what Jiang Xu thought when he saw her was: She's really putting on a show.
