Looking at Ling Shuang standing before her, with her voluptuous figure, fair skin, and wine-red wavy hair nonchalantly cascading down, she was alluring and attractive. Her face was incredibly beautiful; although she didn't possess An Yiqing's sort of fresh and unsullied exquisite beauty, she was still exceptional amidst a crowd.
Such a beauty actually liked women?
An Yiqing felt like she had entered a fantasy world!
However, sexual orientation was merely a matter of personal preference, and she had no intention of discriminating against Ling Shuang because of it.
The glint of appreciation in Ling Shuang's eyes brightened upon feeling the warmth and indifference emanating from An Yiqing, and her eyes, seemingly lit with a green glow, appeared glued to her.
Gu Yelin, with a dark expression, took An Yiqing by the hand and led her into the inner hall, saying to Ling Shuang, who still seemed transfixed, "Come in, pick a dress!"
