"Mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful person in the world?"
With a trace of anticipation, Yang An recalled the young heiress of that conglomerate, dressed in a black Lolita gown.
Her faintly wicked smile and otherworldly beauty left Yang An parched and unable to control himself.
Because of that, Yang An had even become obsessed with Lolita outfits. He had specifically made his petite concubines wear black long dresses, tie their hair into uneven twin tails, and put on burgundy contacts...
The feeling was there, but how could it compare to the real thing?
Just thinking about being able to grab those two twin tails with his own hands...
Yang An narrowed his eyes. The ever-changing, artistically styled "magic mirror" in his hand rippled as though a stone had fallen into a pond, wave after wave spreading outward.
"Hmm?"
Yang An froze. What kind of breathtaking beauty had appeared in the mirror?
Blue eyes, white hair, and a sweet, delicate face so stunning it defied belief!
A sudden shiver shot from his tailbone to the crown of his head. Even his thick golden hair trembled twice.
Yang An was captivated by the peerless beauty in the mirror, but in the next instant, he was astonished by her aura.
This... this was practically the complete opposite of that young heiress's temperament!
One black, one white; one charming, one pure...
Slowly, the left half of the mirror churned. The ripples gradually calmed, and the girl Yang An had been thinking about day and night appeared there!
"She's even prettier than before..." Yang An muttered. His tiger-like eyes turned tender as water, putting on a performance of "tenderness beneath an iron exterior."
"An~ What's wrong?"
It was the first time the beautiful mature woman had seen Yang An reveal such an