"Do you think this dress looks okay on me?"
Inside the suite at the Regent Hotel, Su Daiwan stood before the full-length mirror, swaying her slender waist and making the hem of her dress flutter lightly.
Standing over one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, while not quite reaching supermodel standards, she possessed a willow-like yet well-proportioned figure. With every curve in the right place and every line delicately slender, she truly fell into that perfect sweet spot where an ounce more would be too plump and an ounce less too thin—a textbook definition of perfection.
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