Ling Feng glanced over, suddenly a glimmer of amazement flashed in his eyes.
The woman's features were as picturesque as a painting, her skin fairer than snow. The pale golden sunlight shone on her exquisite face, as if coated with a layer of shimmering light. Her rosy lips, like ripe cherries, emitted a seductive gloss. A gentle breeze lifted a wisp of blue silk across her star-like brilliant and dark eyes, carrying a hint of aloofness and indifference. Lazily sitting on a chair, like a flawless jade untouched by any dust, she appeared otherworldly and extraordinary.
Who is this woman? Her appearance seems to surpass even Yun Shang!
"Ling Feng, what are you looking at?" Fang Yiran presented a gracious and appropriate smile, though a flash of jealousy flickered in her heart—even Ling Feng was enchanted by this vixen!
