Entering the house, Ye Chen noticed a rather awkward phenomenon: the tent below him simply couldn't recede. He hurriedly laid Yan gently on the sofa, a lock of her dark hair cascaded over her cheek, her rosy lips, petite nose, long eyelashes, and the face as white as jade, emitting a delicate glow, all told Ye Chen how alluring this woman was.
"So beautiful!" Ye Chen couldn't help but exclaim.
Yan truly was a beautiful woman, a paragon of femininity who was not even thirty yet, with an aura of mature allure. She had lost the awkwardness of Liu Momo and lacked the hollowness of a housewife. She possessed the graceful and shapely figure of a perfect woman, her curves voluptuous and enchanting. Even without meticulous dressing, she could make many men dive into the flames like moths.
