The woman's skin was as white as snow, fine and lustrous with a layer of pearlescent glow. Her slender figure was wrapped in a white dress.
It outlined her graceful curves, and her exposed ankles were delicate and dainty.
Her seaweed-like long hair was slightly disheveled, lazily hanging down to her waist.
Even Lai Qinghuan, who prided herself on her beauty, couldn't help being dazzled by that exquisite face.
Ye Han's cold eyes narrowed slightly. What defines a ~ravishing beauty~?
The woman before him was like a fairy descending from the heavens, vibrant and stunning. Without too much adornment, she was still captivating enough to draw the gaze of everyone present.
She seemed to carry her own light. Wherever she appeared, she was the center of attention.
Qiao An, completely oblivious, walked straight into the dining room to have breakfast.
Not long after, Mu Jingxi came down from upstairs.
