You're The Most Beautiful Person To Me

The blood-red wine swirled in the wine glass. Mag watched as Irina walked down the stairs step by step. Her thin white chiffon nightgown was a little translucent. Although one could not see through it, it gave off the illusion of making it possible.

Her long silver hair was let down, and her fair feet were bare. A leaf would appear under her foot with every step she took, which served as a foil for her beauty.

Any man would go crazy seeing such a beauty walk towards him, with that kind of perfect looks and that sweet smile.

Mag was a man, but at the moment, he was unable to go crazy.

Instead, he was a little flustered over what Irina said.

"Er… Customers would usually come up with some unrealistic thoughts the moment they eat something delicious." Mag let out a cough, and seriously said, "Am I a man that they could lay their hands on?"

"Tsk." Irina could not hold her laughter in.