"Sir, can a mere thirty percent resemblance even be considered similar?"
The Willow God stared straight at Jiang Hui, suspecting that he was deliberately trying to upset her, as her eyes seemed to mix a faint, indescribable emotion.
Or, perhaps it would be more accurate to describe it as annoyance.
Her red lips were seductive, as bright and tempting as cherries, and her teeth were pristine and flawless, comparable to pearls unblemished by any sand in the deep sea.
As she spoke, it was as if thousands of spiritual birds had gathered there, hosting a grand ceremony.
Honestly,
just by listening to her voice, Jiang Hui felt a deep intoxication coming from his bones, thinking that perhaps no melody in this world could match it.
This woman's every frown and smile was filled with immense tenderness and elegance, intoxicating him.
Perhaps this is seeing beauty in the eyes of the beholder.
Of course, she was indeed a beauty!
