Staring at her seductive body with curves in all the right places, Xu Wendong's pupils suddenly trembled.
In front of him stood Zhao Ying'er, her ample bosom towering like undulating mountains, with deep ravines hiding endless mysteries in between.
Her skin was as white as snow, delicate like creamy jade, and in the dim light of the room, it emitted a gentle glow, as if it could break with a touch.
Her waist was slender enough to be held with one hand, and her hips slightly protruded, outlining an enticing curve.
She walked with light steps, her jade-like feet barely touching the ground, each step like a graceful dance, slowly moving toward Xu Wendong.
She extended her fair hand, grasping Xu Wendong's arm, those hands soft and delicate, seemingly boneless, as if they would break with the slightest pressure.
Her eyes were full of shyness and anticipation, brimming with affection, resembling a stunning mortal beauty that had stepped out from a painting.
