Put simply, Mù Qiānxún is a typical eighteen-year-old girl.
The desire to be beautiful is innate in women.
Though one can't control whether they're born beautiful or not, having a complete set of facial features is already a beauty in itself.
But when an array of red spots suddenly sprouted all over her skin, they made her look like a ghoul. She could at least hide them with clothes if they were on her body.
But what if they were on her face...
Seeing her like this, Ou Zun couldn't help but suppress his laughter.
Swallowing his saliva, he thought about how he would have kicked her out of bed last night if it weren't for his calibration. Any normal person who suddenly turned on the lights to see her in that state would undoubtedly be frightened.
It was as if he had encountered a ghost in the middle of the night.
Ou Zun glanced at her sternly, scolding her as a parent would reprimand a child, "Who told you to be a glutton? Didn't you know you're allergic to peanuts?"
