C167 The Holy Son's Potential

Hwang Ningxue exuded an ethereal grace as she approached Qiao Gao, her steps delicate as if treading on lotus petals. She gave him an annoyed yet charming roll of her eyes—a goddess, indeed, could make even such a gesture enchanting.

Qiao Gao squinted appreciatively, unabashedly admiring Ningxue, who seemed to have stepped right out of a celestial painting