Lan Jin felt everyone's intense and burning gaze, yet remained unruffled as she casually brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead and then languidly made her way to the chessboard.
Her skin was as white and delicate as porcelain, her legs thin and long. She stood in a relaxed, somewhat indifferent and arrogant manner.
With her eyes low and a hint of coldness contained within them, one hand remained in her pocket while the other twirled several black chess pieces at her fingertips, highlighting the ghostly paleness of her skin.
She didn't rush to tamper with the chess game but instead lifted her delicate brows and looked unhurriedly towards Zhen Muqing, askin with a bit of roguishness, "How about... you set up the game?"
Since Miss Zhen wanted to steal the spotlight, Lan Jin thought she might as well do her a favor and give her a chance to perform.
