Xia Feng watched the girl's face in front of him with great interest.
It must be said, this head looked like the most exquisite porcelain doll in the world, with a petite, round, and soft face, and a barely noticeable amber mole on the tip of her nose.
Her light golden curls resembled silk drenched in moonlight, naturally cascading down, but the tips were stained with an eerie scarlet—like the tail of Medusa, still twitching reflexively after death.
Her pupils were a magnificent shade of crimson, with spider-web-like fine lines in the irises. When her eyelashes fluttered, they emitted a glassy, mysterious glow.
Her cherry-colored lips maintained a genuine, curious smile.
Of course, if she had a body below the neck, she would indeed be sweet and lovely.
