Helian Shan pondered in her heart how to describe the beauty of this Ninth Miss.
Long Xingkui was only 19, her beauty not yet fully blossomed, but her face was brimming with vibrant vitality. Seeing her was like witnessing a stunning, grand cherry blossom rain, pink petals pouring down like raindrops, creating an overwhelming breathtaking scene.
Even women who saw Long Xingkui's face would marvel at her beauty. The Creator favored her so, gifting her with flawless beauty.
"Hello, Miss Helian." Long Xingkui's crystal-clear eyes scrutinized Helian Shan without any reservation.
Helian Shan said affectionately to her, "You can call me Sister Shan, Ninth Miss."
"I only have one fourth sister, where does a third sister come from? If I call you Sister San like that, what if my fourth sister gets angry?"
Helian Shan was stumped by this comment from Long Xingkui, "Ninth Miss, I have offended you, my apologies."
