How does that saying go again? Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty on the west, the ancients never deceived me.
At River View Tower, in one of the elegant rooms with the best view for watching the match, there was a man and a woman paying attention to the competition.
A delicate figure was leaning on the window, with her whole body weight on the window sill, her two tiny feet playfully swinging back and forth. The pair of drooping braids on her head were also bouncing playfully, extremely cute.
Moreover, the woman's waist was extremely slender and exquisitely shaped, very attractive.
With such a captivating back, her face must also be stunningly beautiful.
"Hey? Who do you think will win between these two taverns?"
Not only was the girl's silhouette petite and cute from the back, but her voice was also very playful—reminiscent of a clever and lovely oriole from the trees, melodious and pleasant to the ear.
