Veronica was a trustworthy person, the kind of sibling—sorry, sister—that you could give your trust to unreservedly.
I must emphasize this point again.
When she said she had a beautiful sister, she truly had a beautiful sister, the kind that wasn't slightly overweight, didn't use beauty filters, nor watered down.
A big sister in her late twenties, speaking the soft dialect of Jiangnan, had even permed her hair, looking quite refined.
As for being blind in both eyes and a bit mentally unstable, that didn't change the fact that she was a beautiful sister.
The bathhouse owner also had her charm, and one could vaguely discern the beauty of her youth in her features.
Wang Yunxiao comfortably took a bath, spent some money on a basket of steamed buns and two bowls of tofu pudding, then after eating, lay in his underwear on a bed upstairs, called the beautiful sister to massage his foot, and dozed off.
He really was quite exhausted from the journey.
