Chapter 139: Unparalleled Beauty

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Also, the author will be going to school tomorrow to handle graduation procedures and will be very busy, so I'm taking a day off—apologies to all readers.

"What's the rush?" Seeing Wen Xia sat on the bed playing with her phone, watching Luo Quan burst in barefoot.

Luo Quan spoke rapidly: "Where are your clothes? Those globally limited-edition pieces!"

"In the closet…" Seeing Wen Xia rolled off the bed and walked to the closet as tall as a wall, sliding open the door. "It's late—what are you planning to do? Go out on a date?"

Luo Quan grinned excitedly: "A date? Tdler told me I've been chosen as the World's Most Beautiful Face—they're sending someone over to photograph me right away!"

"Really!" Seeing Wen Xia's face lit up with surprise.

Luo Quan nodded: "Absolutely true—that's why I came to borrow one of your nicer outfits."

"If that's the case…" Seeing Wen Xia rummaged through her own designer clothes and pulled out a dress. "Then wear this one."

Luo Quan took it in hand, examining it curiously: "What kind of dress is this?"

Seeing Wen Xia declared: "This is from Dior's 【Crown】 collection—the famed New Look. This line caused a massive sensation across the fashion world because it introduced something entirely new and revolutionary; that's how the name 'New Look' came about."

Mine is the 2012 Dior Spring New Look dress, a classic by renowned designer Johnny. The waist is tightly cinched, the skirt full and voluminous, the hem elegantly angled. Only one hundred pieces were made worldwide—favorites among Western socialites and celebrities, and one of my few treasured pieces in storage."

But this dress isn't something just anyone can wear. The waist is designed to be impossibly tight—without a snake-like slender figure, the custom belt won't fasten, and half the dress's charm vanishes."

When I bought it, I tried it on and couldn't fasten the belt. I don't know if you can."

"Try it and see!" Though the dress was thin, it was still thicker than the Givenchy dress Mr. Raphael gave her. If she moves quickly during the shoot, it should be fine.

Since they were both girls, Luo Quan had no reservations—right in front of Seeing Wen Xia, she took off her outerwear and slipped into the dress.

Seeing Wen Xia stared at Luo Quan's exposed figure, her envy nearly spilling over: "Wow, wow, wow—this figure rivals a supermodel's."

Her tone was sour, as if she'd just bitten into a hundred lemons.

She exercised daily, practiced dance, and watched her diet closely—why couldn't she achieve Luo Quan's level? Heaven was so unfair!

"Hey, it's fastened!" Luo Quan gave a light tug, securing the belt around her waist, then spun in place—the hem flared out with her motion.

Seeing Wen Xia was speechless: "It's like it was made for you."

"I don't know—maybe I'm just really thin." Luo Quan swore she had no intention of boasting, but her casual remark still deeply hurt her friend.

Seeing Wen Xia clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, then finally relaxed. "I'll call Chunzi—we'll both go with you to the shoot. The hem's dragging on the ground—if it catches on a rock and tears, it'll look terrible."

Saying this, she kicked open the door angrily and headed for Chunzi's room.

Luo Quan quickly packed her things, preparing to go out.

When Chunzi emerged, she'd already changed clothes and gasped at the sight of Luo Quan: "So beautiful, Quan-jun! Your waist is impossibly thin!"

"Here, put on your coat—outside in Beijing it's below freezing," Seeing Wen Xia said, draping a wool coat over Luo Quan's shoulders. The three then took the elevator downstairs.

After about ten minutes, Tdler's photographer arrived—a foreigner speaking fluent Beijing dialect.

"Hi, I'm Mike. All the gear's ready in the trunk—let's find a spot to shoot," the foreigner said, parking the car outside the residential lobby and opening the trunk.

The scenery inside Jiuding Mansion was excellent—streetlights illuminated the area well at night, perfect for photography.

"Right there," Seeing Wen Xia pointed to a nearby open space. "Lots of sculptures, less wind, great background."

It was one of Jiuding Mansion's scenic spots, lined with art sculptures five to six meters tall, the most exquisite being a miniature Eiffel Tower, identical in structure to the one in Paris.

Mike smiled: "The background doesn't matter much—what matters is the person. Miss Luo Quan is so beautiful, no one will even notice the background in the photos."

Seeing Wen Xia chuckled awkwardly: "You're right."

"Then let's get started—it's freezing. Don't catch a cold," Mike said, shouldering his camera and jogging over.

Mike glanced at the sky, found the best-lit spot, set up his tripod, powered on, adjusted focus—and after a minute, gave Luo Quan an OK sign.

At this moment, Luo Quan had already slipped into the CL red-soled heels Mr. Raphael gave her, shed the wool coat, and stepped out of the residential lobby, the black dress hem trailing behind her.

The snow had just stopped falling; the full moon hung high, casting silver light across the ground, while the sky shimmered with gleaming silver. Luo Quan walked toward the lens with a smile—between the moonlight and snowlight, she was the third kind of unparalleled beauty.

The Dior New Look dress on Luo Quan was so luxurious, it sculpted her waistline with exquisite precision.

Luo Quan's voluptuous figure seemed to radiate fire; her luminous, bewitching eyes never ceased stealing souls, wielding the power to bewitch and captivate.

Due to the cold, her exquisitely sculpted face—like a classical Greek statue—was dusted with a faint blush, as if vermilion had been softly brushed onto fine white marble. One glance was enough to render one helpless.

As a well-known professional photographer, Mike had seen countless Eastern and Western beauties—but none as breathtakingly beautiful as Luo Quan.

He took a deep breath; the cold air sliced through his trachea like a blade, and his heated emotions gradually cooled. He raised his slightly trembling fingers and began adjusting the lens.

Under his direction, Luo Quan posed in a series of innocent and seductive stances. At that moment, he felt he was the happiest man on earth—only he could command such a beauty, and she could not refuse his instructions.

After six or seven poses and over twenty photos, Mike looked up and declared: "Perfect!"

Seeing Wen Xia dashed forward and wrapped the wool coat, covered in heat patches, around Luo Quan.

Luo Quan's shoulders trembled slightly—she was cold, but not to the point of collapse.

"Mike, can you send me the photos later?" Seeing Wen Xia asked.

Mike nodded: "Of course."

Luo Quan asked curiously: "Can I upload these photos online?"

"No problem. If you didn't have so few professional photos, the editor wouldn't have sent me to shoot you. Normally, contestants are supposed to provide their own photos—you're the only celebrity who got photographed after winning first place."

"I'll head back now. I'll email you the edited photos once I'm done."

With that, Mike got into his car and left Jiuding Mansion.

Luo Quan's face didn't need any retouching—but the overall background and lighting significantly affected the photo's impact, so Mike would make adjustments to make the images even more stunning.

Half an hour later, Mike sent the processed photos to Luo Quan's email.

In the photos, Luo Quan stood tall and alluring under the silver moonlight, her face breathtakingly beautiful.

"So beautiful," Seeing Wen Xia sighed sincerely—this time without a trace of envy.

Chunzi marveled: "Even if I applied more makeup, I'd never reach Quan-jun's level."

Luo Quan laughed helplessly: "Do you really have to be so self-deprecating? Eastern and Western aesthetics differ—Chinese and Japanese people probably still prefer your look."

"Post it on Weibo and see," Seeing Wen Xia downloaded the photos to her phone and uploaded them to Weibo with the caption:

"Come take a look—how beautiful is this girl?"

It was eleven p. m. —just as China's youth were beginning their night lives. As soon as the photos went up, Seeing Wen Xia's Weibo immediately trended.

"Oh my god, how can there be such a heavenly girl?"

"Seeing Wen Xia and Luo Quan could run for China's most beautiful female duo."

"If they starred in a historical drama, how stunning would they be?"

"Luo Quan is incredibly beautiful, but wouldn't her face look too out of place in a historical drama?"

"Ancient times had women from the Western Regions too—and if someone's beautiful enough, whether it's fitting or not doesn't matter."

"Perfection. This beauty is killing me."

"I'm drunk—this face, this figure, this dress!"

"Can someone explain Luo Quan's dress? So beautiful—it looks like a princess's gown. I want to buy one to wear."

"This dress is the 2012 Dior bestseller—the famous New Look. Its defining feature is the ultra-slim waist. Without an extreme figure, you can't even fasten the belt. Ordinary people need not apply—this is a dress only supermodels can pull off."

"But Luo Quan isn't a supermodel, is she?"

"A once-in-a-million beauty—face and figure both off the charts. The world isn't full of only supermodels with perfect figures."

"I'm so jealous—her waist must be the legendary 'one-hand span'!"

"'One-hand span' is just a figure of speech—it's not literally that thin. But Some Zhihu says her waist is only 59 cm. I wonder if it's true."

"Incredible—so tall, yet such a tiny waist, and she doesn't look bony at all. Her proportions are terrifyingly perfect!"

"This… must be what a goddess looks like."