Mo Yao stood by the window, looking outside as she finished cooking, and indeed, she saw the familiar figure followed by another that she did not recognize.
Curly wavy hair, a face with seductive charm yet carrying a purity like that of a lotus, large breasts, long legs, a figure so good it was explosive.
Looking at herself in contrast, her face was OK, her figure... was better left unmentioned, devoid of any charm...
In an instant, Mo Yao assessed the strengths of both sides with cutting clarity, followed by endless sorrow. Musheng truly was extraordinary; the women he brought back were never just ordinary beauties.
When they reached the door, Musheng opened it. A glimpse of the small living room revealed a table set with appetizing dishes, as Mo Yao was in the kitchen, relentlessly chopping something with a "thunk, thunk, thunk."
"Yaoyao?"
