That was a beauty whose features could rival the perfection found in textbooks, and Shen Mochen had no doubt that Xiao Xingshuang and Catherine were both considered the pinnacle of beauty for their respective races—white and yellow.
The two bore an uncanny resemblance to each other—not in appearance but in an ethereal and intangible way.
Their eyes were probably the least alike among their features; Catherine's eyes were like calm and vast seas, while Xiao Xingshuang's eyes were pitch-dark and eerily still nights.
The moment he saw Xiao Xingshuang, Shen Mochen immediately remembered that he hadn't yet fulfilled her request.
It wasn't that he had forgotten about it; he simply had no opportunity to speak to Catherine. He didn't have the shameless audacity to ask for a favor after swiftly rolling in the sheets with another woman.
Whether she could do it or not was beside the point; if he were her, he'd have surely been the first to throw himself into a river.
