Soon, he turned around.
What met his eyes was a young woman dressed in ancient-style clothing, radiating an ethereal aura.
She wore a long silk gown and spotless embroidered shoes. The dark hair at her temples swayed with the gentle breeze, making her look exceptionally pure and refined.
This was a fairy, seemingly untouched by the mortal world.
However, faced with such a charming young woman, Su Yan had no desire to appreciate her beauty.
Instead, his expression froze, and he stiffened on the spot.
After what felt like an eternity, probably just two or three seconds, Su Yan managed to regain his composure. "Yike?" he asked hesitantly.
The reason for his uncertainty was that the ancient-style young woman before him looked to be about his age, perhaps eighteen years old. Her figure was also quite developed.
Yet Elder Sister Su Yike was only in her first year of high school, merely a fifteen-year-old girl.
