Tian Sangsang still decided to challenge herself. She stood on tiptoe, reaching up for the books. Randomly aiming for one in the middle, her fingers grazed the book but refused to take it down.
Always just a little bit short.
It was as if she were locked in a battle with the book. After several tries, she was still unsuccessful, leaving her flushed, breathless, and slightly embarrassed.
Jiang Jinghuai watched her struggle to pick the book with amused curiosity, letting out a light chuckle. His eyes gradually became deeper with an unreadable expression. This woman was the same whether she was dressed or not. The movements had caused her clothes to ride up, exposing her waist. She wore a pair of breezy shorts. Her long legs, though slightly tanned, looked enchanting bathed in the light, as if vibrating with an unspoken allure that made his vision blur… and those slippers on her feet were a style he'd never seen before.
