Jiang Shengyao was jarred awake by the clatter of keyboard typing, his irritation bubbling to the surface as he prepared to launch into an impassioned tirade—only to freeze mid-thought.
The faint glow of the screen illuminated the side profile of the girl. Her beauty was nothing short of divine—graceful, exquisite, as though nature itself had poured its utmost care into her creation.
In that moment, only one thought echoed in Jiang Shengyao's mind.
"No cultural sophistication—'damn' sums it all up."
Her fine nose stood tall, like a majestic peak rising amidst its peers, lending her a touch of ethereal aloofness that felt untouchable—like a goddess descended from the clouds, pure and inviolable.
The muted lighting seemed to cast a layer of mystery over her, making her allure even harder to shake off.
Transfixed by her stunning beauty, Jiang Shengyao momentarily lost track of time and place.
Snapping back to reality, he whipped out his phone and secretly took a picture.
