Ye Zao couldn't help but laugh, "What do you think the chances are?"
She laughed with confidence, with scorn.
Hu Po was dazzled by her laughter.
At this time, Ye Zao had already cleaned up, half-reclining on the bed, her soft black hair spreading over her back and further onto the bed.
On the beige bed, her black hair was particularly striking.
Over her snow-white skin, she wore a jade-colored undergarment and draped a peach-colored robe over it, to prevent her from catching a cold.
She wore nothing on her face, but she was breathtakingly beautiful!
Her brows, neither thick nor thin, arched long at the ends, and her narrow, enchanting fox-like eyes sparkled with a cunning and confident light. There was no need to look any further at her upright nose or her lips, red as petals.
One could get lost in her eyes alone.
Those eyes... were truly exquisite...
Perhaps entranced by the sight, Hu Po blurted out, "Truly a vixen…"
