Li Jing opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, a faint trace of perfume gently lingering at his nose.
The fragrance was just right, like a white magnolia covered in dew on an early spring morning, subtly drifting to the tip of his nose. It was not hard to guess that it was a niche fragrance Huang Qin had carefully chosen.
From up close, Li Jing could finally see Huang Qin's meticulously chosen attire for the day: a black silk dress gracefully wrapped around her body. The delicate fabric shimmered with a subtle luster, exuding elegance under the warm, yellow car lights.
The dress was cut perfectly to outline her lovely curves. Compared to the professional suits she wore at the office, her current outfit was elegant and had a touch of languid sensuality.
Huang Qin gave him a gentle smile and slowly drove the car out of the hotel parking lot.
