The woman who walked out of the bathroom was wearing a trench coat-style long-sleeved shirt dress, white, slim figure, with a quiet and fresh aura. Her hair was wrapped in a shower cap, revealing a delicate face, willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, red lips, white teeth, skin like carved jade, and her dark pupils blinked, clearly in shock.
The woman looked at Nora Scott in surprise.
Her shoulder-length hair was messy and frizzy, her eyes sleepy, wearing a simple style long nightgown with a long trench coat over it, and slippers on her feet.
The strands of hair in front of her forehead were wet, sticking together, with water droplets hanging on her fair face.
She was clearly just woken up.
But—
Even with such attire, her elegant and composed demeanor, her stunning and delicate face, somehow upheld the look. A visually striking beauty flooded the scene.
It was the first time seeing someone so mesmerizing in person, the woman was stunned for quite a while.
