A smile that completely contradicted her innocent appearance played on Li Xiaoran's lips. Despite her pure looks, her smile was dazzlingly seductive, exuding a bewitching charm.
Li Xiaoran approached step by step, coming to a stop directly in front of Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes at the woman before him and said slowly, "What are you trying to do?"
"Brother Dong, am I beautiful?"
A smile blossomed on Li Xiaoran's face as she gently placed a hand on Zhao Dong's shoulder. A captivating fragrance wafted from her, seeping into Zhao Dong's nostrils and stirring a sense of agitation within him.
He took a deep breath, looked at her, and said in a low voice, "Xiaoran, what's wrong with you?"
Li Xiaoran's smile grew even more enchanting. She remained silent, simply bringing her beautiful face closer and lowering it slightly before him.
From this angle, Zhao Dong had a perfect view of the stunning scenery of her chest. The proud fullness was a lethal temptation.
