Shi Yang was very close to Li Jing, half squatting in front of him, her left hand gently holding Li Jing's shoulder to adjust the angle, while her right hand flexibly sketched various symbols and patterns on his upper body.
Li Jing looked at her exquisite face and couldn't help but appreciate it carefully.
Shi Yang's features were indeed exceptionally delicate, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering gently like a doll's with each blink.
Coupled with her typical East Asian beauty, her brows and eyes were like a painting, her nose high and straight, even from such a close view, Li Jing couldn't see a single flaw, making her particularly captivating.
Moreover, Shi Yang had dressed up carefully today, wearing a black camisole that barely hung on her shoulders.
From Li Jing's perspective, he could just see the faint glimpse of white at the neckline and the perfect curves she exhibited by bending forward.
