The afternoon he rented the apartment was the first time Gao Yuan had seen Xiao Xiao.
What struck him most was her dignified and noble air.
'I can't believe that damned trench coat got to enjoy all her other wonderful assets.'
Now, standing less than two meters apart, Gao Yuan took another look at the Xiao Xiao before him. Her figure was practically on par with the heroine of a Korean webtoon.
Her relatively conservative silk slip nightgown, printed with a pattern of split pomegranates, couldn't quite conceal her mature and enchanting figure.
Gao Yuan was one hundred percent certain this nightgown was custom-made.
'How could a standard size possibly wrap so perfectly around those illegally huge headlights while also fitting her slender waist just right?'
In just a few short seconds, Gao Yuan had developed a new understanding of Xiao Xiao.
Never mind that Xiao Xiao was a rich woman; even if she didn't have a penny to her name, Gao Yuan would still be captivated by her.
