After breakfast, the brilliant sunlight illuminated the windows, and the women went upstairs, leaving only the charming and sweet Bai Jiao. Like a small bird clinging to someone, she softly stayed on the first floor accompanying Shen Qiang, wearing a pair of black fitted casual pants.
Not only did these pants accentuate her slender legs like the two legs of a compass, but paired with her charmingly efficient black high-heeled leather shoes, her graceful and lengthy figure unreservedly demonstrated what it meant to have a devil's body and an angel's face.
Especially when she spoke softly, her coy and gentle eyes, lips as beautiful as cherry blossoms, teeth glistening like jade, looked like the clean polished teeth of a high-gloss jade sculpture — as Shen Qiang's mother would describe, even the fairies in paintings couldn't compare.
