บท 3177: To The Fourth Floor

With Fairy Aila Cherryweave's confession, Davis once again couldn't help but take a look at her figure.

She was petite, possessing a delicate, youthful presence, her stature dainty, and her pink hair cascading down in a sea of soft, rosy strands, forming gentle undulations around her visage. Her eyes, shaped like almonds, held a captivating, otherworldly hue of amethyst, resembling the enchanting depths of a twilight sky. Her attire was a striking ensemble, a vibrant canvas of red silk adorned with meticulous cherry blossom patterns.

Completing her look was a charming hairpiece adorned with delicate silk flowers, harmoniously mirroring a painting of a true Celestial Fairy.

Still, one could mistake her for a fifteen-year-old as her height was no more than five feet, but her perky bosoms that could rival Isabella's or even Evelynn's said that she was fully an adult.