The next night.
Lu Youyou came to Jiang Fan's bedroom.
Her pretty face was flushed, and she wore a dress as thin as cicada wings, the color resembling the evening glow of the sky, dazzling yet elegant. The neckline was slightly open, perfectly revealing her clavicle as delicate as mutton-fat jade, drawing people's gaze to linger.
The hem of the skirt was embroidered with intricate patterns, gently swaying with her every movement, intermittently showing off her long and straight legs, exuding a captivating allure that made it hard to look away.
Her figure was exceptional, with a slender waist that seemed as if a breeze could topple her, evoking a feeling of tender affection.
And the full curves nestled under the gauze were even more exquisite, forming a striking contrast with her slim waist, outlining an extremely alluring figure.
"Senior."
Lu Youyou was extremely shy, but she still mustered the courage.
"Come over."
