Before leaving the swamp, Song Zhaodi cut Zhao Mingyue's hair short, leaving it only waist-length. At this time, Zhao Mingyue's long hair was tied up with a ribbon, revealing a fair and handsome face. She was wearing the finest animal skin clothes, looking very energetic and pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Xiantao was completely stunned. Who was this person?

She's so good-looking, she's just as beautiful as Young Master Zhu, wow, she's absolutely stunning.

Of course, at this moment, Zhang Xiantao forgot the phrase "love at first sight" and the saying "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Zhao Mingyue's appearance is impeccable, but she is still inferior to Zhu Lin. However, Zhao Mingyue is exactly Zhang Xiantao's type, and this young lady thinks Zhao Mingyue is the most beautiful no matter what.

"That's enough. You're drooling. Why are you staring at that young master? He's getting embarrassed. At least be a little more reserved." Zhu Qingruo poked Zhang Xiantao's forehead, looking at her with disapproval, to bring her back to her senses.

"Huh? No way, did I drool?" Zhang Xiantao subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Hmm, thankfully she didn't drool.

Fortunately, her junior sister reminded her, otherwise she herself was not sure if tears would involuntarily flow from the corners of her mouth a little later.

The best way to break the awkward silence is to forcefully change the subject. Zhang Xiantao was quite adept at this tactic. She raised her eyelids, pulled Dazhuang over, and exclaimed loudly, "Wow, even though you've cut your hair much shorter, you still can't escape my eyes! You're that long-haired monster from before, aren't you?"