The wife of a promin

Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,Her brows were like new moons, especially those eyes that rippled like water, with a chill at the corners.,Reddish-brown long hair, brown eyes, red teeth and white, a delicate baby face full of spirit, without mentioning the age, most people would think she was underage.。