She wore tortoiseshell-framed sunglasses, her chestnut curls pinned up with a pearl hairpin, revealing her gracefully lined neck.
The black lace camisole rose and fell gently with her breathing, and the high-waisted A-line leather skirt accentuated her slender waist, her legs crossed in black stockings.
The most striking thing was her makeup, with dark brown eyeshadow creating a lazy, layered look, and her red lips shining with a satin gloss under the sun.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Shi Yang took off her sunglasses, her fingers painted with burgundy nail polish tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel, making a regular clicking sound, "Sit properly, you can't park here."
Li Jing fastened his seatbelt, his lips curling into a faint smile: "Didn't you say I was going to be the model? How come you seem like you're off to shoot a fashion spread."
