Bai Rou was wearing a dark purple dress typical of a mature woman, the waist of the dress being extremely narrow, probably the legendary size of an A4 waist.
Yet the entire upper body seemed to bloom instantly like a pear blossom.
The collar was bulging, and Yuchi felt sorry for her dress, which seemed to be under great strain, truly suffering.
"I can help."
Of course, Bai Rou's face was as youthful as that of a young woman, smooth as water, delicate enough to break with a breath.
She appeared to be in her thirties, well-maintained.
Although her makeup was a bit heavy, the corners of her eyes showed some smudged orange-yellow eyeshadow, adding a kind of flavor.
But still, the dresses in this era were overly conservative, with hems reaching ankle-length.
When walking, her shoes wouldn't be exposed, showcasing elegance and decency.
Naturally, the cuffs were also very spacious, so if she clenched a fist, the entire sleeve would instantly hide her arm.
