He Tao arrived downstairs at a leisure venue. It was surrounded by a pleasant environment and frequented by middle and upper-class individuals; it offered the nation's top-tier services.
As soon as He Tao descended, his gaze swept across the room, and he instantly spotted Su Muyue.
Su Muyue was clad in a white, gauzy long dress, its fabric as light as cicada wings. Her snow-white, slender waist was soft, fair, and delicate, slender enough to encircle with one hand—enough to make men's noses bleed at a single glance.
Her fair and slender ankles, barely visible beneath the gauzy fabric, stirred a desire in onlookers to immediately grasp them and savor their beauty.
Such beauty was truly rare. He Tao was stunned in an instant, as were the others who had come to relax, their reactions a mix of surprise and rapture.
