Lin Feng's gaze slowly settled upon Ning Xi, and for a long moment, he simply admired her in silence.
It was as if time itself had stopped.
Standing before him was a woman whose beauty defied all logic and reason.
Ning Xi was a stunning blonde whose every feature seemed to have been crafted by the heavens themselves.
No matter how many times he looked at her, he could never grow tired of her appearance.
Her face was flawless beyond compare, possessing an elegance that could not be described with mere words.
It was the kind of beauty that painters would spend their entire lives trying to capture on canvas, only to realize that no brush could truly recreate it.
Poets could write countless verses in her honor, yet even their finest works would fail to do her justice.
Her long golden hair cascaded down her back like flowing silk, shimmering gently beneath the lights of the hotel room.
