Xiang Xiaoqing

The woman who entered the arena with me glanced at me with eyes of admiration. Well, more like her eyes expressed the surprise she felt when the whole crowd reverted back to their quiet state.

Still, I get why everyone was screaming their lungs out when she entered the stage. Her beauty was something out of this world, sort of universal since everything about her is balanced and well-placed. Her silken hair waved down to her slim waist that enhanced her wide hips and plump breasts. Her figure has much to be desired, and her face even more so. If one were to distract themselves by staring at her face, then he might find himself mesmerized by her white irises with a hint of light blue in the middle of it. She's like the snow woman in the legends and calling her that would even be an understatement.