When the man was a step away from Lu Xiaoyou, she turned her head.
From the man's perspective, as he looked at Lu Xiaoyou squatting by the wardrobe, her face was fair and clean, her gaze towards him was puzzled and filled with caution.
She was indeed beautiful, with moderate eyebrows shaped like willow leaves and enchanting ink-jade colored eyes beneath them, her fan-shaped eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.
On her snow-white skin, her rose-like lips were full and tempting, making onlookers thirsty with desire.
"A thief?" Xu Huan didn't recognize her, but because she was good-looking, he eyed her playfully.
Xu Huan and Lu Xiaoyou were about the same age, but as he stared at her lips and chest, a cold sneer spilled from Lu Xiaoyou's heart.
"I'm not a thief, I am the third young mistress of this family!" she explained.
