Even in such a fervent atmosphere of the LiveHouse, there are always some people who prefer to stay quietly on the fringes, not noisy or rowdy, at most just nodding slightly to the music.
Ji Xiaoxi is one of them.
With skin like velvet and an oval face that exudes charm whether she's cheerful or coy, her petite and rounded lips give off a delicate sensuality. But her demeanor is so clear and pure that the two boys at the same table can't help glancing at her, yet they dare not meet her gaze directly.
The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye serves as a perfect finishing touch, adding a touch of allure that's not too obvious under her current expression.
"Xiaoxi, is there something on your mind?"
A ponytailed girl with freckles plopped down next to the daydreaming young woman and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, maybe just a bit tired."
Ji Xiaoxi looked at her childhood friend in front of her and shook her head with a smile.
