The silver-haired girl had a slender figure. Even though there was fire in her eyes, her demeanor was elegant, her steps like lotus flowers, graceful and charming. This was an innate noble temperament.
"Have we... met before?" Shi Hao greeted with a slurred speech.
The silver-haired girl's dark eyebrows arched beautifully, her lively big eyes shot out a sharp beam of light, and her cherry lips opened and closed, revealing a mouth of snow-white teeth, grinding silently.
Shi Hao tilted his head, seeing stars, barely able to stand with his inebriated state, staring at the breathtakingly beautiful silver-haired girl, and said dazedly, "Eh, it seems to be her. Only there's a gold-colored rune on her forehead, the rest is the same."
The peerless beauty's silver hair fluttered as she let out a phoenix cry, snow-bright radiance blossomed, a white flame flew out from her small mouth, sweeping over, instantly enveloping Shi Hao.
"Ow!"
