Xia Ningxing didn't even give the other party a glance as she leisurely pulled down the side zipper of her dress.
Very soon...
Xia Ningxing's skin was as white as snow, as delicate as a freshly peeled egg, and even faintly glowing, a true representation of cold fair skin.
This provoked immense jealousy in Ning Xiaoyou, a woman with a dark and sallow complexion.
What a slut with good skin!
But what of it? She's still going to die soon!
With this thought, Ning Xiaoyou felt a bit more at peace.
She continued to look.
But...
Where was the birthmark?
Ning Xiaoyou didn't see what she had hoped to find, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Can you see clearly?" Xia Ningxing, who was about half a head taller than Ning Xiaoyou, had a cold smile on her lips.
"Where's your birthmark!" Ning Xiaoyou, fearing that she might be seeing things, vigorously rubbed her eyes. Then, staring fixedly at her with a ferocious expression, she demanded an answer.