"Is Mo Chen the man you've been thinking about for the past few months, Junior Sister Xue'er?" Suddenly, a woman with long white hair asked Xuanyuan Xue'er in a soft but melodious voice. Unfortunately, no one could see her face because she was wearing a white mask, but they could feel the tenderness in her black eyes. Besides, they could see the sexiness of her tall body wrapped in a long white dress, especially her E-Cup breasts, combined with her perfect hourglass curves, exuding a mature but seductive aura. She had skin as white as snow on her hands, but scars covered her fingers, and she held a white sword.