Helen was wearing a loose home dress with small floral patterns, her golden hair casually braided into a loose braid. She wasn't even wearing shoes, just barefoot.
None of this could hide her unparalleled beauty, nor conceal the noble temperament that emanated from her bones. Her eyes still sparkled with that kind of happy and joyful glow, making her whole appearance simply dazzling.
Sitting on the sofa, Helen insisted on clinging to Gao Xuan's arm, her small face always pressed against him. It seemed as if she were glued to him.
The combination of their looks was so perfect, it felt like they were truly a match made in heaven. Simply unbeatable.
Unlike other women who would hug Gao Xuan, all of whom would be overshadowed by his looks. When Xiao Ting hugged Gao Xuan, it always gave the impression she was his personal maid.
The more Xiao Wan looked, the more sour she felt, and she regretted it greatly.
