The woman who turned around was dressed in a style far less fiery than her exposed beautiful legs suggested.
An exceptionally oversized plaid shirt wrapped around her body, its hem seemingly tied up at random, revealing only a strip of black camisole. Looking lower, one could also see loose cargo shorts in the same color. She wore a creamy white wide-brimmed cap, its shadow concealing half her face. Yet the jade-like cheeks and red lips on display, set off by rather exaggerated metal earrings and a necklace, radiated a youthful, rebellious energy.
This outfit did not really reveal her true looks. But her overall image had already taken shape, and for the vast number of netizens blessed with limitless imagination, it was more than enough.
Some wolves were already howling:
"Beauty, beauty, my type."
"This is good, this is good, good big sister!"
"Summer day's cool shade surrounds me, yet my heart burns hot!"
"Papa Ronan, this is where you're wrong. How could you make such a gorgeous Senior Sister wait so long?"
Others recalled details from Ronan and the others' conversation that morning and swiftly guessed the beauty's identity:
"This has to be little sister Mora."
"I admire you, Papa Ronan. Your charm is absolutely top-notch!"
"Level-one alert, level-one alert! Aunt Wen needs to be careful!"
"Mister Hui is Mister Hui indeed. So he already knew where the greatest threat lay."
The Live Stream Room was filled with both horny perverts and ship fans, while troublemakers and rabble-rousers blended into one chaotic mess.
However, Long Qi had no time to worry about the Live Stream Room for the moment. He merely poked Zhao Xi, snapping him out of his stunned state, and emphasized again:
"Go chat with her!"
Zhao Xi shot him a vicious glare, but then instantly seemed