Chapter 233 Bust This Black Shop for Me

The man was only 14 or 15 years old, tall and slender, with black hair like a waterfall, broad shoulders and narrow waist. As handsome as jade, he wore a thin green shirt, with a graceful face like a crown of jade and sword-shaped eyebrows. His corners of mouth were filled with a faint and cordial smile. He exuded a convincing charm of confidence unconsciously. The woman was wearing a lavender cotton skirt and a lavender mantle, swaying with willowy motions like a blooming wintersweet alone in the cold. She was elegant and beautiful, quiet and gentle, with long blonde hair hanging out from the edge of the cloak, like silks and satins, reflecting sunlight, giving people a sacred aura that could not be profaned, and she was an almost unreal beauty.