"Who are you..." Li Yizheng asked.
"Mo Jue!" The middle-aged woman walked in, followed by two young men and women, also wearing special robes with dragon marks, only in different colors.
When he saw the young woman behind Mo Jue, Li Yizheng's eyes suddenly lit up.
Such beauty, such a poised woman, truly something I've never seen before.
That clean and ethereal temperament, skin like white jade, eyes like gemstones.
In reality, no matter how beautiful a woman's features are, there are always imperfections. After all, people consume grains and cereals, it's hard to be flawless. That's why they need cosmetics for cover-up and post-editing for touch-ups.
But the woman before me, without any makeup, seemed as though she's been beautified, even exuding an extremely alluring fragrance.
Instantly, Li Yizheng felt a surge of possessiveness.
