Chapter 9 Blind Date

Yvonne was indeed very beautiful, with delicate and defined features like a sculptor's masterpiece. Her deep eyes were like the blue ocean, with long, curled lashes that could captivate anyone with a single blink. Her nose was high and well-defined, adding a touch of heroism to her face. Her lips were full and elastic, naturally rosy, and a slight smile from her could convey endless warmth and friendliness. Yvonne's eyebrows were long and strong, naturally shaped, harmoniously distributed on her face. Every detail exuded an indescribable beauty, making people fall for her effortlessly. Benson held the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but his thoughts drifted to Yvonne beside him. The atmosphere in the car was slightly awkward, with only the sound of the wheels on the road echoing in their ears. A faint smile crept up on Benson's lips as he broke the silence, "Not blushing anymore?" Yvonne was startled, then quickly composed herself, a flicker of embarrassment