Yangcheng First-class.
The number one villa.
As the car door opened, a pair of slender, beautiful legs clad in white stockings extended elegantly, a delightful surprise to the world.
Sun Zhe stood quietly at the entrance to the main hall, his eyes fixed on the graceful Su Nanzhi. He was stunned, marveling at the woman widely acknowledged as Yang City's number one beauty.
Today, Su Nanzhi was wearing a cream-colored, belted minidress made of a thin woolen fabric. Her long legs were adorned with sheer white stockings, accented by a blue and gold butterfly on one thigh. The butterfly was so lifelike and three-dimensional that it seemed a real one had landed on her leg, lending her an ethereal and lively charm that was irresistibly alluring.
