C875 No You must be Joking with Me

Faang Qian wished she could wash off a layer of her skin.

After looking in the mirror and seeing that her face had been washed clean and that there were no extra traces on her body, she finally gave up.

She put on her favorite peach red dress, put on exquisite makeup, and even sprayed on the perfume of an upper-class woman.

Stepping on her five-inch high heels