C40 40 i am his man

nymph, what's going on?

Using his fluent English to ask a question, Ai Rui frowned as he sized Mo Jian Jian up from head to toe. She couldn't be the woman that nymph's Ten Thousand Year Ice Mountain face fused with, right? How was it different from what he imagined?

With a bun face, her facial features could at most be considered cute. The legs were straight and even, but not long enough