"Compensation?"
Hearing this, Yan Huan's throat bobbed, and his gaze fell on the Spencer before him.
Today, Spencer was wearing a thin white windbreaker with a black sports crop T-shirt underneath.
She had a lovely figure, with curves that undulated like waves in front of her.
The faint scent of ocean sport shower gel mixed with her heated body temperature lingered in her golden hair, bringing a lively vitality akin to the sun.
Just one glance was enough to appreciate that sense of athleticism and robust beauty.
Her features were three-dimensional yet not sharp, as beautiful as the huntress goddess Artemis, but just as dangerous and wild.
This was the first time Yan Huan had scrutinized Aria Spencer's appearance from such a close distance.
Oddly enough, despite her undeniable beauty, the inherent aversion that arose from others could easily overwhelm any sensory appreciation of her looks.
