"You finished…"
Ye Mufan's voice trailed off when he saw his sister.
He rarely saw his sister wearing women's clothes, aside from during the occasional visit to see their grandfather and grandmother at the old residence.
Ye Wanwan was wearing a black, form-fitting designer gown with a lace choker wrapped around her fair neck which was slender like a swan. Her dark, wavy hair languidly draped over her shoulders. Except for the make-up that intentionally turned her face more severe and striking, her face was unmade and without a single flaw. Her skin was white like snow, her brows were like a painting, her pink lips were like peach blossoms in March, and her glistening eyes looked like they were reflecting a galaxy of stars…
The phrase "absolutely unrivaled and world-turningly alluring" surfaced in Ye Mufan's mind.
The girl before him looked more stunning than when he saw her at Grandfather's birthday banquet.
