She was tilting her head to the side, whispering to the museum curator with a raspy and alluring voice, brimming with femininity,
and her appearance was extremely stunning, with a sharp delicate chin like finely carved jade, a plump pink little mouth as tender and moist as cherry blossoms, a tall and straight nose, skin white as snow, and a head of waist-length luscious black hair that casually draped over her shoulders, exuding a lazy charm that was slightly provocative.
Even with sunglasses on, it was impossible to conceal the fact that she was a beautiful and exquisite Eastern woman.
Ye Lu's heart skipped a beat; an odd intuition made her take several more glances at this woman, who seemed entirely out of place in the museum. Could she simply be a regular visitor?
