"Wow, big sister, you're so beautiful," Yiyi exclaimed with admiration.
The woman wearing a cheongsam had an oval-shaped face, her fringe neatly swept up, slightly long eyelashes, lightly drawn brows, and beautiful, captivating eyes that sparkled with bravery. Her nose was pert and adorable, and her lips alluringly beautiful, like juicy watermelon, just a gentle dab of lipstick yet enough to make men's hearts race.
And she was far more beautiful from the front than from the back.
The woman in the cheongsam exuded a subtle charm mixed with that bravery; it was precisely such a temperament that rendered her inscrutable.
This was not an ordinary, simple woman.
Fang Yi thought to himself silently.
When the cheongsam-wearing woman heard Yiyi's compliment, she seemed pleased and thus the corners of her pretty mouth curled into a lovely smile. She looked at Yiyi and said, "You're pretty too."
