Qin Qin turned around to look at herself in the long fitting mirror, her delicate light makeup, dark wavy hair, and pure beauty with a hint of feminine charm, the off-shoulder evening gown in snow white, featuring exquisite embroidery stretching from the chest diagonally to the waist, simple yet powerfully elegant. The fitted dress accentuated her figure, making it more exquisite and slender, the delicate collarbone was irresistible, making it hard to take one's eyes off her. Coupled with Qin Qin's elegant and noble temperament, she was a sight of astonishing beauty at first glance.
She was beautiful, something she had to admit herself.
Looking at her reflection, Qin Qin's beautiful eyes trembled slightly. Then, abruptly, she turned around to face the tall and upright figure at the door, it was Mo Yunchen. She didn't know how long he had been standing there, lazily leaning against the door frame, his phoenix eyes intensely fixed on her, not bothering to conceal his amazement.