In the western restaurant, a girl in a velvet white dress held a magic wand in her hand, with two white wings trembling slightly behind her back. The girl stood in the corner of the unoccupied floor-to-ceiling window, lowered her head and gestured with the tip of her right index finger on the foggy sloped glass window... Bai... Chen... Yu...
Angel? The young man leaned closer to the glass window and stared greedily at the girl in the white dress inside the window. Light apricot eyebrows, drooping thick eyelashes covering the eyes, a straight and small nose, delicate and watery cherry lips, fair and smooth skin, and straight shoulder-length hair. Really an angel?
Noob! Feeling the gaze, Yin Liuli raised her head intuitively, her eyes full of expectation falling into a pair of eyes filled with mist, cold, domineering, evil, but also as blurry as night.