Xia Weiyi was indeed stunning, with a face like an egg-shaped jewel, a petite and darling figure, and especially those big, dewy eyes that, in her moments of tranquility, made her resemble a fairy descended from the heavens, ethereal and otherworldly. When lively, she was like a sprite that shook one's heart to its core.
This face that drove Ye Che mad with infatuation also tugged at Xu Zhiye's heartstrings. If Shasha were a man, perhaps she too would find it hard to "get over the beauty's influence."
Watching Shasha gaze at her so intently, a mix of envy and amazement flickered in the depths of Xia Weiyi's eyes before settling into a dim hue. She tugged at Shasha's clothes, fluttered her eyelashes twice, and then laughed, "What's on your mind, little girl, to be so lost in thought?"
Shasha snapped back to reality, her demeanor immediately returning to one of indifference, her voice soft and gentle, "Weiyi, do you like senior?"
