Wearing a fiery red wig is one thing, but with such heavy makeup that her original features are almost unrecognizable, isn't she coming out to scare people today?
Xiao Qiao walked to the opposite side of him, placed her hands on the table, and cupped her face while looking at him.
Very much like a fangirl.
Wesley was expressionless and silent, MG nearly laughed out loud, young lady, are you forcibly flirting?
"What's your name?" The girl's unique voice changed by her vocal cords carried a crisp upward tone, "I'm Qiao An."
She casually made up a name.
Wesley stared at her, although Xiao Qiao had fiery red hair and thick makeup, the long and bold eyeliner unexpectedly highlighted a pair of very clear eyes, distinct in black and white, just like a mountain stream nestled in the midst of a colorful oil painting, so out of place.
"Anything you need?"
"Your eyes are really beautiful; I'm enchanted by them."
Wesley, "..."
MG, "..."
