51 Chapter 50- Meeting Old 'Friends' 2

Xiaxia sat there infront of a vanity table surrounded by lights. She is really feeling uncomfortable with many people touching her.

One artist work on her long black hair, the other one is working on her make up, the other one on her fingernails, the other one is on her toes and the the other is working on her body massage.

I thought everyone is an artist? Why is there someone who keeps on asking her where is uncomfortable and keeps on massaging her. Well, she is really good in it actually.

The second half of the group worked on her clothes and accessories. They discussed it while taking a look at the dresses on the rack. Sometimes, they will pick something then try to see the contrast with Xiaxia's skin tone.

Fifteen minutes before sichen, they finally finished their obra maestra.

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Mo Zhaoshan walked in the villa's lobby with a white tux which is elongated from behind and has black linnings. His well ironed pants is purely white as well. He looked like an esteemed prince from the Victorian Period. Except that his face is more inclined with greeks. His golden hair is softly brushed to the side and his emerald eyes were highligted even more. He wore a pure white closed shoe and he carries one stock of rose on his left hand. Esteemed, vibrant, but regal and his mischievousness cannot be hidden by those deep emerald eyes.

Creeeaaakkk---

The world seemed to be in slow motion without a pause. As he opened the door, he saw a painting that he will never forget in this lifetime. A maiden stood there by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, over looking the shinning surface of the sea. She slowly turned around with a white tube flowery dress which is also elongated at the back but infront is just leveled at her knee. Her curls fell down on her chest as her hair is in half-pony tail. It was decorated with small pins of flowers and there was a feather earring on her left ear. She's wearing baby pink flowery shaul that added an essence of conservativeness to her. She didn't wear her glasses today, instead, they put on blue contact lenses and it complimented the pink shade of lipstick she wears.

Mo Zhaoshan's heart raced and cannot be reprimanded. This girl is where his heart belongs to. Be it a million years ago, or today's years old, she'll always be a beauty that everyone will be ashamed to hold on to. Even him do not deserve such an ethereal beauty.

She slowly walked towards Mo Zhaoshan and lifted her hand with a corsage of white crysanthemum that served as a bracelet.

The artists who were watching at the side gasped a mouthful of air.

This is such a beautiful scene, a lovely scene.

Is she god Mo's girlfriend?

Their hearts shattered. They can't possibly match her.

"Brother Mo..." she said while smiling sweetly at him.

Mo Zhaoshan was at lost of words and just answered, "Mmm?" He's still looking at her like an idiot.

Xiaxia wiped the corners of his mouth...

"Your drool is getting longer and longer."