Julius Shaw stared at the flawless back in front of him, his eyes dark and brooding.
He recalled the frenzy of that day.
It was as if he was drawn by a hallucinogenic poisonous flower, unconsciously reaching out towards that stretch of alabaster.
Just as he was about to touch it.
Nancy Allen quickly draped on a white cross-collared undershirt.
Julius Shaw bent down, tying the silk ribbon around Nancy Allen's waist.
Nancy was stiff, neither resisting nor retreating.
When Nancy walked out of the fitting room after getting dressed, everyone could only see Nancy's pale face.
The makeup artist was startled, thinking the lady's health seemed really poor! Just changing an outfit made her look faint.
The makeup artist, wearing a mask and gloves, began applying makeup to Nancy.
Her complexion was whiter than the foundation she had prepared, not needing much foundation, just a thin base and light makeup to make her look more spirited.
