In the bedroom, the lights were dim.
Liu Xiaocui sat on the kang, wrapped in a quilt.
Moonlight streamed in from outside the window, illuminating her sculpted face.
The elegant, pure, and lovely Xiao Cui, her transparent and flawless skin shone with an ivory-like glow.
Her smooth white skin was as graceful as a lotus emerging from water, as lustrous as coagulated snow.
Her stunningly beautiful face blushed like fire, her innocent eyes were shy and filled with charm.
Her long and dark eyelashes tightly covered her water-like autumn eyes, which trembled lightly. Below her white and beautiful neck were delicate rounded shoulders.
Her slender arms held onto the pink quilt, shielding her enticing figure.
Her fair feet peeked out from the edge of the quilt, with smooth and raised insteps, pristine and tender.
Previously, in his hurriedness to save her, Lin Yifan hadn't noticed her appearance.
