Su Hongxing, barefaced, had skin so white it was almost translucent. Her features were exquisitely beautiful. Because she had been nestled in Ye Qilan's arms, there was an imprint of a button on her tender face, but it didn't diminish her breathtaking beauty in the least.
Even as a man accustomed to beauty, Yan was momentarily captivated by Su Hongxing's beauty, unable to tear his gaze away.
Seeing this, Ye Qilan was somewhat displeased.
His beloved woman was being admired by others right in his presence. If he wasn't with her, who knew how many wolves might be preying on her.
Ye Qilan cleared his throat lightly, finally breaking Yan's gaze. Embarrassed, Yan looked away, "Your wife is truly beautiful, I was completely amazed, you are indeed a lucky man."
Plastic surgery was popular these days; beauties were not scarce. However, women like Su Hongxing, who were naturally beautiful and unrivaled in attractiveness without any makeup, were indeed rare.