Today, Zuoqiu Yiren changed her usual attire, wearing a black gauzy dress with a skirt that barely reached her knees, revealing her slender and beautiful legs. Her whole body leaned against the Big Gourd, with skin as fair as snow.
The most critical detail was her v-neck collar, which was a little too wide, exposing her delicate clavicle and half of her rounded bosom, leaving Chen Mo staring for quite a while.
A faint mist seemed to linger at her feet, making it so that she never touched the ground.
"Are you listening to me? What are you looking at?" Zuoqiu Yiren glared at Chen Mo, raising her hand to cover her neckline, but she couldn't help feeling a bit inexplicably delighted.
"Sister Yiren looks truly beautiful today." Chen Mo didn't hide his words of praise, sitting across from her, he even caught a whiff of a light floral fragrance.
Something wasn't right, really not right.
Zuoqiu Yiren's red lips curled: "So you're saying I'm not beautiful on other days?"
