Ye Chenfeng gazed at the beauty, his heart stirring slightly. Was that not an extraordinarily beautiful figure? The long silhouette, neck graceful as a swan's, her slender waist, and the hint of fair skin peeking out beneath the black veil dress—could such a marvelous woman be a mere mortal?
She probably wouldn't lose to a fairy, right?
Could that ethereal figure truly be human?
A light breeze brushed by, lifting the woman's hair, the black strands dancing in the wind, revealing even more vividly the goddess's valiant form.
Looking at her face obscured by a black veil, Ye Chenfeng felt annoyed. Women were meant for men to behold, and even meant to be taken by men—what was the point of covering her face?
However, Ye Chenfeng had to admit that her eyes were too dazzling, like the blazing sun, their brilliance holding a trace of rippling waves. In such a dim environment, they seemed as though they could ensnare one's soul in an instant.
