Okay, she nearly got lost in thought again.
Composing herself, she picked up her gorgeous dress and walked towards him.
Bo Fengheng, who had been waiting somewhat impatiently, was taken aback by the graceful and dignified girl approaching him, a flash of astonishment crossing the depths of his dark eyes.
If she were to revert to her own face, it would probably stir his heart even more.
Perhaps because he already knew that her face was fake, he could not associate the face of Tang Qingyue with her anymore; in front of him was a completely different person.
Yet, for some reason, he still had an illusion that she wasn't truly herself!
"Do I look good? Have I disgraced you, Second Young Master of the Chu family?" Mu Yin asked, twirling gracefully in front of him with her skirt in hand, the exquisite dress accentuating her already slender waist, and her bare shoulders seeming so glamorous and sexy that one could hardly resist the urge to touch them.
