"So, how do I look?"
Her long hair, like a cascade of roses, hung down, and she appeared anything but listless, rather she was full of spirit.
A blush like a cloud floated on her cheeks, highlighting her snowy skin as if it were the sky.
A single pearl rested on her collarbone, like a moon with wings.
All of this highlighted the serene and gentle aura of Tong Yingying with her long hair down...
Gentle?
How could this word be associated with Tong Yingying?
Yan Huan didn't know what he was thinking, but he indeed felt that way at the moment.
"..."
Seeing this, Yan Huan was slightly stunned and gave Tong Yingying a thumbs up,
"Sister Tong, promise me to avoid drinking every night like tonight, okay?"
"Drop dead!"
Unfortunately, that "perfect version of Tong Yingying" broke her ladylike demeanor with just one sarcastic remark.
"By the way, Sister Tong, actually, I'll leave the main group on the third day, I won't be with the group for the whole trip."
