Yang Hui's thoughts returned to the woman who bore a striking resemblance to the King of the Kingdom of Women from the '86 edition of *Journey to the West*.
Her oval face was soft yet dignified, and her eyes, like autumn pools, were full of emotion. With every glance, they held both the sharpness of a superior and a touch of classical grace.
Her figure was curvaceous yet slender. A tailored, high-end suit-dress outlined her exquisite form—a full, peach-like bust and a willow-thin waist. When she walked, the hem of her skirt swayed, revealing a firm, rounded rear. Every step exuded composure and elegance.
For a moment, he truly thought she was the King of the Kingdom of Women from the '86 *Journey to the West*, having simply shed her magnificent royal robes for the sharp attire of a modern elite.
It was a beauty that transcended time, blending old-world elegance with a modern edge, making her impossible to forget.
He'd zoned out, forgetting he was chatting with his online friend.
