Tang Manbing, standing beside her, nodded vigorously. A trace of the fierce aura from the battle still lingered on her fair face, and her gentle voice carried an undeniable firmness.
"Yes! That disgusting guy, who would marry him!"
"Rather than marrying that kind of person, it's better to marry..."
At this point, the two sisters seemed to have a telepathic connection, pausing simultaneously. They turned their heads at the same time, their gazes fixed on Qin Xiao, who was leisurely sipping tea.
In their two pairs of clear, bright eyes, a hint of shyness, as well as an indescribable anticipation and exploration, were revealed without any attempt to hide it.
Her little face, which had just turned red from the battle, quickly became even redder, and even her fair and delicate earlobes became burning hot.
The atmosphere in the side hall suddenly became somewhat subtle and enchanting, with a faint sweetness seemingly lingering in the air.
Just then, a gentle and melodious female voice, with a touch of mature charm, rang out from the doorway, breaking the brief silence. The voice was like a clear spring flowing over jade, pleasant to the ear and carrying a hint of languidness.
"Manbing, Manshuang, I've been looking for you for ages! Oh, so this is you. And this is… ah…"
Qin Xiao turned his head at the sound, his gaze falling on the entrance to the side hall. What came into view was a graceful figure approaching.
The woman wore a moon-white cheongsam with subtle embroidery, its tailored fit perfectly outlining her mature, voluptuous, and shapely figure. As she walked, the hem of the cheongsam swayed gently, her steps light and elegant, each step carrying a unique rhythm.
She was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, the prime of a woman's life, when she was at her most beautiful and charming. Her skin was as white as snow, glowing softly in the dim light of the room. Her oval face had gentle lines, and her eyebrows were like distant mountains, exuding charm without any makeup.
Especially her peach blossom eyes, which sparkled with every glance, seemed to possess a natural charm and affection, yet also exuded a dignified and composed air due to her status as the mistress of the house. A faint smile lingered at the corners of her eyes and brows, making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
Her nose was straight and delicate, her cherry-red lips were naturally rosy, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, giving her a half-smile. Her dignified demeanor was tinged with an indescribable mature charm and sense of control.
Her long, jet-black hair was styled into an elegant bun at the back of her head, secured with an antique jade hairpin. A few playful strands of hair fell around her neck, adding a touch of languid charm.
She carried a faint, delicate fragrance, neither floral nor perfumed, subtle yet pervasive, seeping into every nostril, elegant and unique, stirring the heart and soul...
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